Penance (The Spoken Word, Uninsured Cancer Victim) 2014

People think of waste. Taste the haste of such self-righteousness among us. The dust turns into must as the lust becomes uncontrollable. Inconsolable as the portable television becomes a mission instead of hope or wishin. Fishin for food, prudes of such throw backs like the political hacks; they contract then hold back; stack the dialect they deem circumspect. Detect is not an answer. Cancer eating my body as the lobby suppresses me, the poverty stricken which sickens. But life ticks away in this mainstay as I wash away. Decay without say. Play a game of life with dismay. In judgement, I will eventually pay. But that is more than okay. Fuck you! Not tomorrow...but today!