Ode to an agnostic.
when you stand on
the other side of the crack
it's a canyon
deepheart
sinking farther and farther into the earth.
when you stand on the other side
of the goddamned crack
you know only
Alpha and Omega--
negatively--
without the ties that bind
on the other side
of the crack
romance and clashing clanging
metal.
battles fought to find
some damsel
[that is to say]
bitch in distress
there's fire and ice
[but nothing within]
the thought of feeling floods
the crack
and all we know
is
messianic erosion.
proportions huge
on the other side
of the crack.
from here--
yes--the balcony box of
this grand farce--
yes--
from here--
it's a sandbox
from here--
soldier ants with aluminum foil
and the Christ bears
a plastic flood
plastic sins.
silly children.
one day you'll learn that
everything transcends your
egregious lament.
you'll climb out of your
canyon
and drown in the
skyscrapers we've got here.
silly--
silly--
until then, you'll live with windmills
and pretend to love.