I confess and thank the sky lord
for clean water to drink
Thanks
I thank Tom Clancy
for providing so much
damn PR for the military
industrial complex
Thanks
And a special thank you, too,
to the cowboy clown in his flight suit
sky bombing us in his dreams
And a special award to
the apocalypse for being
such a damn Good Book
and making it so hard
to get clean water
in Damascus, Cairo, Baghdad ...
and Beirut, and for the passing
of fluids through
his oh so cool
sweet super jet suit
And thanks for a hole of hot sun
stretching toward the East,
causing a bubble that burns
little words into a diplomatic urn,
and thank the world
for what the devil would do
His imitation is your mastery
as the nations fold and unfold
and the congressmen brawl
about who rules the law
And thank you money for your energy
passing over the world like a green cloud
being and for hell being all filled up,
by the counting of your digits
Thanks a lot for my sanctuary box
Thanks, thanks a lot
Gift thanks to this gift, this square
where I stand with my porridge
and my cash register or gun
Oh, so much thanks for this taste,
for melancholy and sleep
to keep me not so much
sane but at least in a state
of palatable paranoia
Thanks for allowing me
the rather obvious conceits
of always wanting more
and giving me a way
to step out of the circle, hey!
~ Originally published as "Thankful for the Tankful" in the book, "Ginsberg Rolls Over"
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