/ Honey Wagon

jumping from pool to puddle
island hopping around
carrying religion on
your shirt sleeve
like so many Sunday ladies
working at needle point


for charity you feed
on the soft underbelly
of our fair town
selling knives
at burger king, at 10:30


working to clean
the uniforms..
to clothe the workers
who conform to the cleansing
of their rebellion, from 9-5


waiting to get poked
by that sentimental message
in the sky the angel form
in the clouds that comforts
you like then