“Restored to competence” means
drugged into docility to
know and pay for what
you never really knew you did
“Restored to competence” means
drugged into docility to
know and pay for what
you never really knew you did
I believe in the almighty father, mad and in jail,
And in “the savior,” his son, who foots him no bail,
And in tatters, their life, tumbling in the wind,
And in peace in the end for all who have sinned!
Please, my heart
a cozy house,
not this windblown sand
You hang your life on a couple of hooks.
God may or may not have secured those hooks,
but you know at least you will or will not fall.
Through what passes the traveling soul,
and what through it on its way?
I need a clear voice
like a stream
to carry me
And what is this glue,
and do we want more
if it gives as it does?
Sticking ticking seconds in our craw
I’d like to be old and whittled smooth,
gentleness itself
A bell of the Holy Ghost!