a poem by Mat Gould

sucking on the fat of life
(a poem from the bar last night)

when Ginsberg says
he heard
"Blakes ancient voice"
then he did

of all the things we
put in our mouths
true
words
are
hard to come by
as we spit the tears
that
we have swallowed
into
the puddles we
drink from

there we are
looking at ourselves
in
obese daylight
as if
we are behind it
teeth at our fingers
faces buried
with
many many bones
pulling
each
rib
apart
and
asking a favor
of this heart

"fate tells big lies"
but
what good times
we have
begging faith to
jump on over
and
rely on us

© Mat Gould