Look, the clock has crawled to five oh six.

There’s a peg for each and proper use.

While the model dries, the Chevy ticks.

Later sleep to Cousin Brucie’s voice.

Now it’s getting late in this lonely place

where the faithful seek some sustenance.

Babies called to heaven keep and bless

quiet, ordered, clean indifference.

Hush, he’s tired managing the plant.

Time to wash your hands of all of this.

Simple food is fine for those who want

their reward above in paradise.

Now it’s getting late in this lonely place

where the fallen seek some sustenance.

Babies called to heaven keep and bless

quiet, ordered, cleanly resentments.

True, I cook, and read, objectify

with my back toward the miraculous.

But if I should wake before I die

one last supper’s bun would be enough.

Now it’s getting late in this lonely place

where the faithless seek some sustenance.

Babies called to heaven keep and bless

quiet, ordered, cleanly consequence.

Eremos, 2009, acrylic on panel, 14”H