First Poem In Like 86 Years

Let’s not forget our calmer gods, Our babies flooding over our bodies while Lying on the small and colorful living room rug. Bug-eyed joy darting into my soul from strange corners of the body. It’s the lying and rolling and crashing and skin-skin madness they care about, Because whether or not they’re cognizant of it, It is what you need, illogically and without reason. Get dirty and senseless, roll around with the Spirit Quest Gang, Your children, your future, your breathe of fresh topsy-turvy Life-affirming activity. Forget your brain and let them point the way, To your own collective salvation and unmitigated fun.