we walked into town with our heads encased in cotton

     my tongue was leaden and molten it poured out of my mouth

          like a fountain I was powerless to stop it. everyone was excited they

               bounced around the place

          like loose atoms and ball lightning. outside a three-legged dog bit at

     frogs jumping around in the grass.

               it's soon going to be time for mass and I will be nowhere

to be found. i always laugh during church and make mama frustrated. she's

     exasperated and I don't see what the ******* deal is. church is a

quiet place, a cool sanctuary to smoke a joint and relax and not

          have to worry about anyone listening. it's so silly

to pretend otherwise. at night

i have my own mass with a confectioners Jesus and some wax for my

                     cross.