Guam

Mouth open catching God¡¦s spit Tongue eclipsed by sun and moon Doing a lil aerobics in the rain Dancing in cleanliness (how we¡¦d like to believe) Fractured tennis court pavement Spotlighted because cuz I¡¦m watching you and your drunken ballet Less precise and that¡¦s exactly what makes it beautiful There¡¦s halos behind us Head lights, street lights Technicolor aura¡¦s formatted to fit nothing Nothing being a tight space I know I¡¦ve been there residing semi-comfortably for a year now Don¡¦t look down upon me Grandpa You mothers with you now And Gauge will outlive us all and never know my name And that I¡¦ve yet to conjure the well of what ifs so I can write about him I¡¦m working my way to forgiveness Got God on layaway paying it off pennies at a time Each word providing credit And I¡¦m closer now just watching this Sitting on my altar cuz I got bad knees Sacrament in little plastic bottles Liquid wafers skating inside my mouth Watching you get it straight from the source Coming back drenched, but soul seemingly lighter Oh, document it all Harpsichord punishment playing the most wonderful songs Fingers stretched across my soul Cello between my legs begging to be pricked Fucking Guam Islands too small for even one of these sentences Drag it across in measuring tape Vandalize the whole world I will Believe that I will Written October 11th, 2001 © on Oct 11 2001 02:53 AM PST   0 • 12 • 10