Suck Life

Workworkwork,
eyes crusted
static self sucked like motes to a screen.
The body is a tool for the performance of duty.
Money is beauty.

The body must be draped upon a sofa after,
two hours at least,
steeped in lukewarm TV.
Massaging lover's feet if you've got the money
(hands upon her tummy).
Or drink. Fuck a lot.
Read magazines and spend time with loved ones.
Don't be afraid. Every moral has a story.
(Every story's amoral).
Every life has some suck.

Sometimes fingers itch for the earth
(they say workworkwork)
the threaded aroma.
The body wants to work that threaded aroma,
To suck life from the land of its birth.