*
On the Akazien street
Lies a view
Of the Apostle Paul
At the Bless God Café
The windows are clean, large..
And politicians revel
In caffeinated gossip.
Across the way,
Dogs lift legs
On the cornerstone-
Where inside, boys
Long to be baritones..
For the Apostle Paul.
The circumcised belfry
Erect, orgasms
Noonday’s song:
THONG!
Pulling the rope
THONG!
The priest imagines
THONG!
The little boy’s hands
THONG!
On bulge beneath his
THONG!
Cassock untied
THONG!
Bleeding Jesus’
THONG!
Silence forgives
THONG!
Raped mouth
THONG!
Sweating Temptation
THONG!
Guilt possessed children
THONG!
Beneath his spandex
THONG!
A dog’s nose
Knows jism’s
Deservedly lifted leg..
In the view from:
The Bless God Café.
*
Lip Service to Angels:
How we lie
Most
Is in the glass-
Unseen self
Cast, create
Unsustainable
Because
-ethic-
Know
One cannot
Service
Evil allegory
Or mafia
And present but
Ego-self’s
Lip-service to Angels.
*
Jonah:
Jonah was minding his own business.
Nineveh, God said
Speak to Nineveh.
Jonah said:
Screw that,
Those people won’t listen.
And God said:
You don’t get it, Jonah
So try this:
Burped a Whale
The upchucked Jonah
Wanted a bath, badly.
And Nineveh
Did not repent
As much as
Not knowing
Their left from right,
In the end
God felt sorry for the cows.
*
Kundalini:
This afternoon,
The Italian neighbor lady lost it.
In a machine gun fire
Of incredible verbosity
More rapid than any Cuban’s speech
To the power of ten
Punctuated with the English
“Back Off!” “That’s it!!”
My minds eye saw
Her man’s tailbone come to life
As it elongated
While tucking itself between his legs…
Morphed into a Constrictor
And squeezed his balls to death.
