Hey

To God's hairy ears, all this sad jibber-

jabber sounds like a bad baby peeing

on a plastic hymnal. Turn out

that serious face. Put down

your poison. In between everything

between us, everything keeps keeping

a cookbook of possible kisses, delicious

circumstance. It is only by being stupid

that we follow the scared into the lonely.

 

Listen. Enough money for the church.

Enough hard days. The bank n' business boys

cannot stop this mutiny, this late allegiance

to the whispering in the blood. Why

let anybody starve? Shhh.

You already know

what the blood is saying.

 

Tonight. I am a shadow. With one hand

made of light. This is the beginning

of a new weather-this shared breath, this

open secret. Hey, look how large

the wind is -and still you do not see it.

Ghosts of all good kinds have gathered

to shake the hully-gully

in your thighs. Surrey on down.

Hurry. There is already something

in just your size.

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