Pontificating on the Mississippi 

These days I find

my money

often lies

on the mud swole banks of the Mississippi 

river in bags soaked with black oil and bolts I'm found terminating powerhouse controls isophase links and a steady hand to hot glue steel makes the best lover you know it's true

throwing out nets 

for 12 hour shifts

and baby you 

won't 

get 

me 

because I don't behave well

navigate well 

this sea wall

this American river 

what's assumed you should know

ain't always so

start with a handicap 

and told it doesn't matter

the love has to be real

I'm not a social climber

fuck, my love is real

and my enemies are too