February: Year-day 35

    
                                        
                                           
February: Year-day 35

"Nobody's gonna save us from us but us."
Not even an angel or a sauceroid.
So there's no sense in our stringing a fuss
because we're ridiculed and unemployed
or conning our way to the tippy-top
of a "good life" dream.  Spirits that are blacker
than any soot or any skin, that stop
love, won't rescue us no matter the lacquer.

Unless there is a shining from within,
we may as well shift our Cad's into passes
and stuff our green in our ears.  Unless
there's a warmth/ that's death to what's/ well called sin,
perhaps we'd best/ drown in/ pools of molasses,
whose wants just as surely are a sweet mess.

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