Hehe

I was adjusting my baseball cap

and on the street a diplomat

stepped out of the black sedan

and with national flags in hand

to settle the settler's demand

a filigree broach on his double breasted

& before the finalized serpent suggested,

an angel came from the cul-de-sac

and spoke forth a mist:

"The greatest ought that ever was,

the golden rule and golden break

is obeyed not without just cause

is broken not without a wake

to past lives and the buried self

and Mastercards cut-up on the shelf

and floundered supper time apropos

a throne of empty cartons of dos-i-dos

I wandered through the Isis canyon

in search of a noble and brash companion

like syrup on the khaki groovy,

and first-date vegan rust smoothie

Towards what do you progress?

an ultramonist mega-death?"

Stunned and stumbling the diplomat cried

"I believe that I've done died!

I say my prayers before the dawn

I'm grateful for what is going on

I'm grateful for what is going on"

the receiving party was dismayed

at the indecency displayed

the diplomat was hurried in

as the diplomat's driver winked and grinned

My Tude

Nike and Nicky

On the palisade

Neon scribble napkin

Friend tier three

Entire nights with ivy

In pots and the wind

Jiggling the leaves

With a snarky breeze

Monkey bar ceiling beams

It's where the hippies slept

My fake money spills from

The hoodie pocket

Tell your heart to fear nothing

A modest blouse in the Tennessean box

Then a pedestrian struck by

A goddamned Pontiac Aztec on Broadway

I sprint to the new central precinct

Like a TV show desperate person

I'm a bluster of red goretex

"Can I help you"

"A woman has been struck by a burnt orange Aztec"

"Excuse me?"

"On the fucking corner of broad and fifth"

The blunt was ripe

And the Frist was splintering

Under the weight of the Ingram family cousins

And the swoopy hair

And the casual blazers

I knew Jesus was just outside

Huddled in the corner by a spineless first date

I've been looking for Jesus my whole goddamned life