dulcimers and ashtrays

Julia Jacklin sings in the chorus
to God’s cigarette ash
buying me time before She
visits again to set me alright
Meanwhile capitalist labor possesses me
like a tired marsupial in the trees
the strangest things I find between shifts
like a Hoshi Sato adventure
An earthquake would not take away
the immediacy of labor’s demands
the bills, home infrastructure, health
When we come out seething at the other end
certainly spirit life will be better than money