poverty

i proclaim you
unpoet seeker of shit
then
spit upon your open mouth
agape for my churlish laughter
after seeing so you naked in
the words you choose.

dare love me not
and unsing the praises
strewn like rotting crabapples
at my filthy leather shod feet

i implore the gods of
aped words to ogle the ass of
bad dreams and say:
You
unholy bitch, don't bark
your drivel here.

i beg, in tender prayer
the unkempt promises
with ruffled hair to recommit
the sin of broken oafs
oathes too tragic for proof
of love
of lust
of hope.

yes,
i proclaim you
the unpoet
ball-less & beastly

i brand you
word-theif and thrice fool
once empty
twice blind
thrice unshoeless
& de-soled.