It worked for Jesus

same socks, same pants, same underwear,
as the day before.
With the cold holding me in my blanket
There was no time for things like wardrobe.
I didn’t even smell the articles of clothing
as I pulled them from around my bed.
It was on and out

Running for the buss
secreting sweat into my socks
which spawn babies of the sweat of yesterday
I rip another hole in my pants
"fuck"
and jump in-between fat ladies.

A friend is on the buss.
She manages a seat next to me
after an old man leaves
coursing about his bones

"you look cute today"
My eyes are red
skin like wax with bacon grease over it
and a hat matts down my bed head
I dont look cute
"Really?"
I say, hoping she doesn’t smell my feet.

"Yeah. not that you don’t normally"
Liar
She’s never found me attractive
But now that im unkempt
not trying
wasting away, in a carefree manner
I am invincible

"Well you should do something with your hair"
She leans back
Insulted and wet
Ive created a religion
I am the walking disciple
I tell her what to do

"Jerk. ha. What are you up to tonight?"
She leans back in
I hope she doesn’t smell my feet.

"Something at some point. You in?"
She thinks
and smiles
and gets off at her stop
I hope she didn't smell my feet.
same socks, same pants, same underwear, same shit.