TV NEWS

The whores made beans with bacon

In the motel.

We kept moving

      And watched the TV.

As long as it was free.

     Your soul calls you to walk.

Your soul calls you to fight in heaven.

      For your soul

      Look to your reflection in the dying eyes

      of your lover.

      Take up the passion and die in a spent heap

of hedonism and hopelessness.

       I will my body to science.

       I expect TV News to keep up with its dismemberment.