The crunch

Too much too little Too fat Too thin Or nobody Laughter or Tears Haters Lovers Strangers with faces like The backs of Thumb tacks Armies running through Streets of blood Waving winebottles Bayoneting and fucking Virgins An old guy in a cheap room With a photograph of M. Monroe There is a loneliness in this world so great That you can see it in the slow movement of The hands of a clock People so tired Mutilated Either by love or no love People just are not good to each other One on one The rich are not good to the rich The poor are not good to the poor We are afraid Our educational system tells us That we can all be Big-ass winners It hasn't told us About the gutters Or the suicides Or the terror of one person Aching in one place Alone Untouched Unspoken to Watering a plant People are not good to each other People are not good to each other People are not good to each other I suppose they never will be I don't ask them to be But sometimes I think about It The beads will swing The clouds will cloud And the killer will behead the child Like taking a bite out of an ice cream cone Too much Too little Too fat Too thin Or nobody More haters than lovers People are not good to each other Perhaps if they were Our deaths would not be so sad Meanwhile I look at young girls Stems Flowers of chance There must be a way Surely there must be a way that we have not yet Thought of Who put this brain inside of me? It cries It demands It says that there is a chance It will not say "no."