My current trend in writing is to treat it like bits of code. Debugging as time goes on (fixing spelling/grammarish issues).

Most of these poems will rest the way they are written, but given time and interest many will see a patches or 2 before it is over.


Don’t say jesus like you knew him
‘for the student that walked out
on my father's science class’

sometimes god is just one electron, late for everyone
on overdrive, and sometimes god is
his son, a carpenter gone holier than the cows
cream rises like a ghost, and goes sour if left unchurned

sometimes evolution is coming to a 6 way intersection of stops signs
where your lane is now ended, filled opposite you
with oncoming traffic glaring, leering, leaning out the windows
hairy-monkeys cell phones, weather proof toupees, sliced bread firethewheel

don’t say jesus like you met him once,
On some lazy sunny day
you didn’t know his bones, that have mingled
with the rocks, been idle long
before your mother had the blankets pulled
away from her, once for the wedding night

Just say heysuses, geezuss, not jesus
Not greeypoopeon, not 20 shopping days left
No locus, plaguing children’s hidden fantasies

When you stepped into the din of hallway, head down
I heard your cloth rustling, like droplets of water spilling in caves
Like your beet red neck, bubbling faithful passion
A traditional insect not fooled by the constant buzz of the evolving bug zappers.


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