what is happening with your body is what is happening to your finger is how it's happening to/ your
soul as (like they used to say ) in the thunderstorm you were naked as any raw onion loving you
was like loving a forward deck passenger that had eaten the eels creating the snake that 's past
sand to your wholesome meal. O god she wonders what the hell he's creating as a witch holds
any broom making statements like a true lover
bundled up with socks simile after simile after a smile awkward as a Jane's guide to the paintings
of the old new expressionists and the darling dears
it's often like that running out of breath at the steeple holding your foot aloft for John the Baptist
or Quasimodo a n ugly saint if ever there was
a saint between the pages of a clipping tree
.
You wanna climb this tree with me Eve
Eve got a mystery for this tabernacle of random artificat, collecting, host, ciborium, paten, surplice,monstrance,
cloth, host, bell, cupla,maxima, culpa, a mouth gazing upward open a range of about 4 octaves
she's angelus mary the dear, god, a woof to a tornado, riffing down her 'sudden' god welcome to
the angel busting her skirt with News like , like big new a guy's inside of her already kicking
she was born to the future
it started as Mary and the three virgins
but when I play trumpet I play saxophone
not trombone
then you got you have that is, in Latin, the sanctuary , the red lighted candle always aglow
in the d a r k
after hours
before hours
between nones and matins
its a kick ass
o n e
that means god's always there
or jesus i can't remember i forget which one god or jesus?
over to the left it's the communist soap bar and Marx' slack
further afield is the once former Soviet Empire and a crowd of pewter worshippers
ringing the bell of contempoaray technology
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