whoa! you dropped pen!
not good! pen was good.
real good! shoes were good.
real good! ruined! god! dad!
merci beaucoup pour le stylo
but he dropped it! ink everywhere!
squid explosion! cats covered!
mom is super duper PO’d!
strap on rusty rollerblades, brother,
shaky knee skate to the end of world waterfall.
i will meet you there and sing hymns to small bears.
these bears will protect you and offer you food
one day becoming such: weak//delicious.
a means of sleeping sweetly, sweet boy.
tough fur raft when you brave the falls &
swiffer dust star masses on yr way to sheol.
say hi to abraham, isaac, jacob,
rachel, tamar, big daddy moses.
tell them i think of them more/less infrequently.
they will understand! then down!
tangled in knotty, dry branches
of the tree
of good and evil
—! what a mouthful!
eat all seed bearing fruit
a finger taps yr left shoulder
you turn wide red eyed around
paranoid—no one is there
wait! something on your right!
god himself! that son of a gun
gets you every time!
he laughs in polyrhythm
cries evian tears
you hold him
and know (as he screams)
he’s been lonely
lead him by hand
bear cub magic carpet
feel plushy friends
take him back up, up, up to earth.
“will they be mad i left?”
“no just check yr pockets:
no fucking pens”
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