nonsense! non-science!

John Paul George Ringo
Maybeth the mother
of indigo, Christ in
a steak sandwich
presses his eyes shut
wishes someone would
for Gods sake put him
out of his misery.

I mean, overdetermination’s
one thing, but how do you
live with yourself,
even if you are
the fuckin Messiah?

God changes
color and consistency
as it falls—got to
take it for what it is,
the shifting presence.

You’ve got to have the
balls (metaphorically)
to stand on a seaside
and shift with the tide,
like you were the water
to ripple and slide.

4/13/06