Hunger Under Cover
Awake because the weather's weird in my head Spirits moving me toward paradigm shift Caterwauling worries, capitalism needs cash Body lead in my bed, mind on more than germy trash Night birds aren't singing I wonder why not I'm heavy to lift tonight but the moon pulls me up and out to see if the stars are still where they should be Humans give this planet hell The natural world is collapsing Suppose I'll start writing since I suck so hard at sleep or find a country boy on Grindr who claims he's straight Make believe that's my fetish Make a show of taking him serious Men around here will give their ass up but if you call them gay they're furious Energy ebbs, the menu's bare bones The dudes nearby last night are still the only ones close Nobody new visiting the Airbnb next door but a possum strewing garbage decoratively across the porch He's charmingly ugly, or I guess maybe she Hunger under cover of night is equal opportunity Hope whatever scent summoned them tastes their version of decadent Told God I'd be in church tomorrow but by then I'll be convalescent My cycle doesn't sync I'm awake when nothing's happening or asleep when an obligation can be scandalized by my absence I'll miss the sermon, then the matinee with that really nice guy it'll never work with But some of us, it seems must tilt up at the sky Confirming our stars Ogling marsupials like spies Hating that money matters Mad restless to make it not Notching every evening since we blew our last best shot