St. Diogenes

St. Diogenes smokes them hand rolled cigarettes

Leans

Casually against brick walls in the rain

And muses

At the ghost dance contortions of

Plastic bag wisdom

Tossed about in an indifferent love affair of

Bitter recriminations and the deviltry of half baked puppies left behind like bile or shit, or afterbirth

St. Diogenes never closes his eyes

Never kisses you on the cheek

Only betrays you and walks away

Chasing smoke

It's another drink for the soul of

Elusive honesty

Another shot

Another misfire

Posing as a headline on the nightly miscalculation

Disguised as an eleven year olds'

Catfishing suicide hoax

St. Diogenes sails the random red rivers

Shades tired eyes

Covers the third with velvet and prays that

Odin is more forgiving that Jehovah and Bill O'reilly

Crying

Like a long forgotten song

Misheard lyrics falling

Breaking in nostalgic wakes and

Echoes

Say goodbye to Utopia

Say Goodbe to Lewis Carroll's perfect poetry

Bid farewell to another day of the Moses of Texas and the rest of the founding fathers

St. Diogenes drank another bottle of bourbon

Shared a needle on the docks with the angry ghosts of

Mother Teresa, Jesus, and the myth of fingerprints

Don't apologize for kicking beagles in the elevator

For poisoning the brand name soft drink that will litigate if I use their name

For the Judas kiss before I pulled the trigger

It's nothing personal

Just foam wiped from the mouth of a rabid alibi.

St. Diogenes vomited in the alley

Apathy held his hair and whispered lovingly in his ear

" don't worry baby, it'll be alright."