A Sermon

The words they sound

Of things you like and things you

Hate

A second language

How a “T” is tipsy the “el”

The jelly off the jelly roll

The sweet succor

The sensual fleshhhhhhh

Your tongue so nosy

Wriggling inside your mouth

Focused softly in a circus ring

The lights go down,

You’re in a dream

In Girland baby, sugar-sphere

Delicate details

Bold frame

Poetry won’t take it

You must be young-

Er than your years

Where’ve you been?

Twistier mountainsides

Trustier tongues

And it just comes naturally.

A girl on a green front yard

In her baby pigtails

Looking up at those stars

Feeling

Infinite

“INFINITE?”

cynic I can tell you are

 a cynic he told me

and then I was outraged

at his accusation

I was jumping across lines

And through colors

Colors colors colors

Screaming runner

Colors speeding

By

Like butterflies

MONARCH MONARCHY

I always thought jack and jill

Were queens and kings

Equally powerfully in

Their imaginary countries

Those fuckingEuropeans

Fucking it all up

What were they thinking?

We think

But don’t think

Am I moving too fast?

I’m on the brink of an ocean

Sermonizing

In the Name of Everything

Settle down!

I’m on the Brink of Everything!

Making sense as

Some man monster

Womanmonster

Towering all over everything

Who I built and built with

The power of the belief of a 3-year-old

Believing

And believing and believing

For Longer thank I Should

For forever as I really should

As I really should

As I really should

Slow fade to black.