UN TITLED
Holy men on every street corner
Selling fake myths
Nuns in white with virgin toes
And mushroom dreams inside
Their loins
I am being followed by
Dick Tracy look-a-likes
With flat feet and bug eyes
The wolf’s plaintiff howl
Haunts my dreams
Evangelist’s pickpocket
My empty wallet
My one good eye
Photographs the crime scene
The police lineup consists
Of six pygmies and a ham sandwich
Ladybugs ride on the
Wings of butterflies on
A one way trip
To Never Land
God wanders the universe
Carrying Jesus piggyback
On his way to a Michael Jackson concert
The Madonna confiscates my dreams
Holds me for a ransom
I can’t pay
The insatiable night eats my thoughts
I’ve become a one-legged tightrope walker
Without a safety net
My poems turn into pigeon feathers
Fly off with the wind
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