What do you want me to do
We can simmer the pot
Until the steam rains down upon us
Or turn off the stove
We can trip up or down
Inside out
Unknot my stomach
Die into a field of wheat
Wake up an ancient sage
Or gay Jesus
It won’t change the fact
That I must shit and drink water
Nearly every day
Let your light shine
Or piss your wick out
Just ask any spirit
Any manifestation
Naked little ego
Untie your own fucking knots.
- April 16
- , 2011