I think the manifesters are full of shit I have met a god who loves with reckless abandon But must be met as an equal No prizes for cowardly desires and Long-distance lovers Wrongful wasted wishes yet
These years have been Hungry Though I have learned to be quiet Through careful rod and binding Words Make flesh Believe me Constant cavernous companion kept and Catastrophic til I was all teeth Smile
Born again And again by my own hand Against my will Sure this hip will ache forever Peaceful towering clouds And a promise of rain Just beneath the skin My hands have been emptied of Rightness and goo
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