Every line that I write
is a swing of the Thurible
dousing the pendulum
as the scented smoke Rises up further
carefully carrying
the passionate words of prayer .
dearest Divine goddess
can you hear me now ?
and do you even care?
you worry me
when I withdrew into my inner Temple and you weren't there
there was no gone fishing letter
be back soon or Dear John Deere
answered by the sarcastic echo
of the hollow Basilica
I smudged the space
and sprinkled the flower petals
of the Primula
Where were you
when I was convalescing
from chlamydia ?
hibernating subconsciously
for internal healing like calendula.
a purification ritual
of Unknown Origin
I consulted with the Oracle then
and the answers came pouring in
If I'd uttered nearly nothing
to note your concern
I'd fall dearly worried
and find out if a seizure
or a stroke was observed
I would contact First your closest of kin and rule out the worst things
among those that it can
sharing existential philosophy
delivered via abstract poetry
and consequential documentation
of Macabre thoughts
most Unholy
Blasphemous assumptions
formatted for literary composition formulaic problems
approached from a different perspective
encoded within the secrets
of Wu-Tang kung fu
is an audible signal
known as the pendulum's cue.
realer than Michael Douglas
with road rage
a two-face gets split in half
head first on my sword blade
I run the sharpening Stone
the whole length
all the live long day
there's no reconstructive surgery known that can make
Humpty Dumpty okay
don't count your broken eggs
there's no way
to fix this with puzzle glue
these aren't Growing Pains
they're Phantom limbs
that still trouble you
it's not going away
I hope that my message
is coming through
I don't know what more I can say preventative medicine works
but the ship has already sailed
so far from you
at this point the best I can do
is lie to your surviving family members and tell them
that in the end you tested true.
