Prayer for my Brother

This way of the pin, twice the way–
little pinetops and stone walks we take
to the grassy mall hydraulic sky.
“I negotiated a raise today” oh brother.
Out of pudding.

& the people eat &  sleep
& their very, very bodies

I count up, up the smooth-faced mountain mouth,
its hairless face, rising up like minutes, rising
like the sun is, like day is ding-
dongling– You have a call.

God, these people
are carpet cleaners, their tattoos,
these people
are wearing our clothes.

We pay and eat pickles.
We pay in this cafeteria style.
We pay up this jangling gondola.

old pearlish mouth of God
opens and we pay

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