Look. I am emerging from fingers of grass.
Hedonist grass-man, me.
Head of lead soul of tin heart of golden syrup
I rip-off ofs from every animal vegetable thing.
I slit air-vents into duct tape
I seal off exits I slowly carve apertures
That will help me speak
Impotentia recipiendi Deum I
write these big words,
adopting them in my squeezing way
in mind Keith Waldrop:
As the wave reaches the church, it
Separates right and left and the edifice is
Embraced. Confabulation fills the gap.