A Life in Lending

I’ll do something about my life.

I’ll let the world walk all over me,

Invite the dirty trouble of all microbes

All the way inside my black lungs,

Make light conversation

With these marauders of luck snuggling beside me.

I’ll feed my money to corpses and machines,

Walk the boggy crimson way home,

Lie many a summer nights with

My neighbour’s ghost outside the mart

With nauseous neon sale signs.

I’ve realized now, someone told me in all confidence

The way with life is bound

In letting, lending my one poor dark body

To the blistering roads and raiders

Mocking the excess of life in me.