Christos As the Serpent Being Raised In the Wilderness To Cure the Blind
I traveled eons
on pom poms
like a cool breeze through palm fronds
sharp and sticky
galactic automatic
mind spastic
thoughts reverberate elastic.
aye, aye,
ayahuasca milk shakes
makes coiled snakes
elevate toward
my Kether (???) earthquake
Malkuth (?????) lacks Truth (???)
and Jah's (????) gold tooth
BITING!
delivers serum antidote
to your venom wound,
Mr. Holy Pope Christos,
The Logos is a no go holy ghost
drunk on the blood
and choking on the host.
Copyright © Lloyd J Bonds | Year Posted 2015
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