The tools of my trade
Are mania and the crash

naked with clothes
they laughed
at my exposure

I think of the times you would hold my hand
as I read you stories for bedtime

בָּרוּךְ אַתָּה אֲדֹנָי אֱלֹהֵינוּ מֶלֶךְ הָעוֹלָם שֶׁהֶחֱיָנוּ וְקִיְּמָנוּ וְהִגִּיעָנוּ לִזְּמַן הַזֶּה

POP

The neon POPS

We masturbate
Our thoughts
And others
We seduce the
Vulnerable