come one another
i was young and listening
confirmed
every word
a sermon is poem nothing more
meaning nothing outside itself
just like money
all forgiveness
every word
or the grace and omnipotence behind it
forgiveness
but the sermon is a poem is a story
in and of iteself
only
the god we dont know has not forgiven
and never will
each and every crime and passion is forever
more
the god we know will end this poem
you unforgiven go
try as you might like a priest or whatever
to stay in some story
we go
Month: May 2021
go stop something horrible – ship metaphor
here on a ship somewhat tall
mostly brick
sailing briefly mantle west
baltimore
patapsco
patapsco
westward always sailing
say the bricks beams soft pine planks plaster nails
portals telescoping inward facing south
yare
but from what pain and suffering
ahhh fascist genteel southern midwestern halfmountain town
at falling waters oceans feet
still in wars
mate!:
into the launch out to the treasure
oily and stolen
long long rusty needles i am addicted mom
go help leave it there
fish in arms
fish in arms
she is a region
for riches
whale oil
shallow rivers where bodies fall
to the to the to the oak
buys lands
for you
gross man
might well be
sun and moon be out
bridge love nest
captain turning the logbook over and over
unconfounded without a single thought
carries it climbing the soaring mast
huddled with the young uninnocent watch
‘someone has written ahead’
tomorrow lay open many pages to follow
eyes together now four sparks in the gale
nodding turning down
swelling sea
melting land
they turn the page