Tag: himbo

• universe cathedral

  I’m laying on a lakebed 40 miles North of Barstow 
  And I’m thinking about bucket hats as something you can
  barf into, 
  Heart strings that sting,
  And the magic’s hitting like it’s hurting, feeling like a
  horny Himbo 
  And the sky right now I mean like Jesus fucking christ — 
  A universe cathedral. 
  Milky Way the arches, 
  Praising something like itself and my back’s on the dirt
  and there go the desert gods of aliens, winking at me and
  the hand’s outreached and you come to view, at least to
  mind, I wonder where you’ve been, wonder if you’d stay,
  wonder if I’d keep you if you did,
  wonder if the Gods up in the sky that zoom and zoom
  are but tensioned boredom,
  precursor of grief which befalls always at the end,
  and if Gods like wistful love
  are just longing, laying, pining need for you
  to lift me off the ground,
  then perhaps this taste piercing my throat
  salivating for salvation,
  knowing how I want you knowing now I need you.
  that’s Venus rising to the left and just above our Moon.
  

  2022.11.10