jesus saidi am crispyi saidprove ithe’s in my dmshe’s in my electronicmailing systemi am lyingon my bedcavorting with my cohortcrushing brews like candyconsolidating the sonnet formi’ve contemplated formingparatactic relationshipswith people i knowfrom the voidhey, here’s a parabola                Ugo sleep on ithere’s some wilder airgo take a rideo mother merry mama miaall i want are wingsand some light conceptual transparencya touch of concertina wisdoma slurp of the angelichalo me fatherfor i have singedquickdraw me a circlei can wear atop my becurled headpaint me golden on the ceilingthen forget abt melike sistine candlesmy mother was raised catholiccause the temple cost a feemother gina mariethe bounty the imagei once took a vaguelyreligious walki stumbled into jesushe said helpthe weight of this woodis distributed unevenlyi helped him form itinto an Xhe was a tragic figurereally, i’d tell ppl lateri often tweak it for the talenarc it for the bitchill for the heatthe wait of this wordso lovely lovelylike a bridei am taking off my veilcan you see me nowcan you hear me betterwhat i am sayingbehind the weight of this meshcan you listena little more closelyshh shhmy vowels my vowsi’m winging iti’m weepingit’s forming a puddlelike that flutter of snowit weighs on melike a crystalized flotillaa celestial heftlike some salt shakeof sensual wisdom