While I am walking, tripping on the street
look my way (I am addicted to your promises)
strike me with your lightning bolt
so grace may echo on this unhooking heart.
Budha and the sacred tree,
(were they ever alive …unharmed, unhaunted?)
I come unbound
Even when returns sorrow scratch the moon and the stars of heaven,
I am in love with life.

Jesus Fucking
Christ my forehead
SWEATS when I play
Saxophone

Or maybe I would
sweat less if I
took it upon myself
to
take off of myself my
Nice New Fur Hat

But

Jesus Fucking
Christ do I look
Awesome