Robust growls epic among the tended

roses of no.5 Florence Ave, columns of

Athene rising from the stupor. A heavy

classic. Worship via Siri via Kabbalah?

Clutching at plurals & paystubs. GOD?

All the insufficient funds I tried to hide

under my skin came out! & going black

with doubt & love & damn it I am still

here in my tracksuit wondering about

GOD & the Saturday cohort. Folly! Folly

after GOD. Looking from cars & looking

from bars uncertain, sifting through the

jargon of faces compelled. & I should be

so glad? There are lambs in the eyes of

eagles. & who will be spared? HOLY? &

I feel 2D, I feel like a ghost. I should buy

a tuxedo & a jag & ooze bank like a saint,

but Ah! the gist is lost on each sanctuary

I destroy & damn it I continue to walk

with the sun in my eyes & gloss hashtag

fuck! The milieu will not consider piety,

my loyalty to the sedan & the mall will

not be dispersed. GOD in a grocery bag

heavy with GLOSS & galore. Stop eating

organic ! Buy in bulk ! Learn to freeze !

Buy a mortgage! GOD? Stretch GOD out

like a water bill GOD can handle it. been

GOD before flat pack furniture was even

born. So deep is the hysteria of SUV, so

deep is the hysteria of being 3D I even

noticed the sky the other day & it was

HOLY more holy than GOD I was in my

neighbours yard watering the flowers.