Self Portrait With a Gun at the Back of My Head

Between money and rifles
I always wonder which is

More powerful, for lack of one
Can make you impotent for life

So I worry about my weight
For lack of what else to worry

About. Yes about the things
Like leaving rice on fire and leaving for church.

I look for love in the wrong places
It doesn’t exist in the pages of poems

So I may pee, a warm flow between my legs
Or just close my

Eyes thinking of arriving
A place full of streets and

Gold as rings in on my nose and ankles
Will even lack the ability not to love .

Bose