Maybe There's Something to This Jesus, 
He Keeps Showing Up All Over the Place



I'm trying to find my inner sponge

camouflaged perhaps

behind some sultry capillary migration
 
On a broad northwest wind

Where Thor never goes anywhere without his hammer
 
and god bless all the groovy chicks in America

I'm lucky I don't have an audience

Or a heavy bronze hammer

I'm suffering from a case of displaced linearity

it's all over the place, showing up like

an extremely thorny hair cut. 



By the Boy Poets, One of Whom is Under Water as We Speak