in utter confusion
the syncopated sycophants
soliloquize about sunset and sunrise
god is a verb she mutters
and they turn their heads
stunned to see who could speak such a daring statement
sonorous and sodomized by sunrises spent in sullen longing
stolen anguish shuddered upon the pavement’s dismemberment
I dare give that girl a kiss
who speaks volumes in her silence
smelts golden apples in her furnace
and burns the papyrus into dust
this dirt is holy like a paycheck
swollen like an irishman’s neck
she shrugs and releases her arm
it is cast from the aperture of the sun
a vision so swift its gone before you even notice her