So Goth

Today was a masterwork:

Coffee and sugar on my American Gothic.

Daily taxes write off, twice a day,

Broken English to the bare naked poor.

Broken bottles spill the ships from the harbor

As we thrash about the distillery,

Loveless in disguise,

All of us, holding potatoes in a sack,

Skin off the moles and hand them to paupers

Some of us took the risk together,

Some of them never made it back to shore.