a charity

what a charity to sing this song



in less than three weeks
two women I knew
consumed themselves
by way of alcohol and drugs
via suffering
because it's suffering that does
it



not booze and methadone but
being alone
everyday
knowing there's no one there
reachable




a suicide of sorts,
indirectly death
deathly unable to pull out
of the mire



not a death pact or
death wish


Julia's son was with her four hours
before the "baby sitter"
came over finding her already blue
blue blue

(not a deliberate act in the one case,
was it deliberate? in the other's?
what death is deliberate?
what is to de-liberate?
is it the same as re-liberate,
we are liberated or unliberated,
as folding doors closed, opened.
what bliss of death
wrapped its burnous
around her body's glory
carrying her to heaven
as in Jeremiah's chariot?
or was that Elisha?

up up up up to the heaving held for help heavens

flaoting seed in karmic sky
jubilant as the toxic smooth
of her once wanted
embrace

those beer laden lips
a memory ago
today
the other
a sad
sack
of
O
but heavenward now,
why be angry?)

"Charity is the key"




skin blue as a pearl lampshade
what kind of world is this?
what purpose?
Mister Job?
reply


Mister God
don't lie
you felony

absent
as ever