Diaper Rash

you sleep a third of your life
but work the entire time

like an inmate, waiting all day
for recess, outside time

the few hours you call life
the few moments you have to look out the window
you are too tired for

you bleed out of your ass
from squat thrusting tons of carcass
at the butcher shop

blood is everywhere, mingling

she cries because she sleeps one third of the day
and lives alone all day at home

i cry because being a bad writer is all i have
and now i lost even that

i work all day
and she can’t be alone

i work all day
and i can’t be alone.

i’ll spend more time
with co-workers
than raising my child

tomorrow, i say, i will be off.

we’ll make love

my muscles will stop burning

and tomorrow I’ll write and fuck like there’s no tomorrow