LAX to ABQ (over Arizona)
September 2019
we are Shamans
implore the geography
the sine bubble of frequency
this disparate plaything
i point to the book
his grass-fed bib stains
to the Lou Dallas
timeline shifting extraordinaire
tap dancing on the godhead
resonance of the sinner soap
of all strung mortal prayer
slipping rope or is it cord
and soap armpits
and the gray penance
that love furrows
clay fingers and marijuana dust
he that can appear
at the late night doorway
with orb of energy in hand
pallid hangover says
