EVERY NIGHT I SPIT A BIT

people from the heart

the sun masks the earth
spoiling the hidden heat
and sometimes a heart
the clouds that weep are sad
freezing people walk
skinny dogs in the park
and warm homeless flow
from their pumping soul
embracing every jobless day
while the lucky offices are full
of killing thoughts
and people wanting to die
the streets sing
peaceful as they are now
so there’s light around
it’s in the home sweet home
where the sun never sets
that the bitter meat stands still
and the dead chambers freeze