80's oldsmobile wagon full of mormons
traveling at five under the speed limit.
a turtlenecked jesus behind the wheel
draws magnetically all pyrite from the
rural hills of zion utah.
gold so much glorious gold
and you can have it to.
just turn your tv dial to the trinity
broadcasting network,
set some plastic fruit out on your
coffee table as an offering
and send your prayer request
in to Plano Texas.
Categories:
turtlenecked, allegory,
Form: Blank verse
forget your question mark,
you have said enough already.
smoking in between complex gestures.
forget your gestures.
i feel better about things that way.
silent that is....
there is no absurdity in silence no
over indulgence or half filled jagged innuendo's.
i dont think i like the word innuendo,
it makes me think of phychiatrist in turtlenecks.
i need to forget about phyciatrist in turtlenecks
sitting with thier legs crossed like double
edged question marks.
i think there are cheap prints of claude
monet on the wall.
i need to forget about the cheap claude monet
prints and rooms filled with innuendo's.
perhaps i could swallow them like when i was
a child playing with my chef boyardee soup the
letters floating around in swirls.
lucky for me i have a word like silence that is
canabilistic silence consumes innuendo's
and turtlenecked phychiatrist.
silence consumes everything if you are patient enough.
Categories:
turtlenecked, allegory, me,
Form: Narrative