If I met Jesus

if I met Jesus

I would tell him how much I love him

for saving me

from Satan

the mousetrap, how

he has a heart of gold

more delicate than the players of harps

singing songs to Heaven's Gates,

how beautiful and amazing and artless he is

in his wisdom,

how he took people apart in order to bring them together

to a higher peace

shabbat

into realms e'er higher

roses growing into stars blushing into the night delirius

singing kumba yah my lord

until the  sickness of peace, love, and joy overtook us, taking apart Dionysius

and feasting upon his flesh,

I looked upon myself and wondered what I had become

while loving Jesus.

It is but a thin line between good and evil, good attracts evil

but does not cause it,

under the stars, I praised God with all my heart

found peace with the universe

til my mind disappeared

and found myself eating human flesh in my dreams

living like an immortal

memoryless, confounded, and boundless

singing endless kum ba yas

who is there amongst the host of heavens

who can lend a hand

let Christmas through

love's labor lust

through the nights I worked

shining my poems to a key

finding skeletons in my closet

auditioning for real horrorshow blackouts of pains

blowing the hydras of innocence to bits,

under the night sky where opera bubbled in majesty.