first date

face collision,

pain exclusion,

bright illusions

scream skyward flight;

songs of energy

ring caressed ears,

the giant moon calls my name.

my soul is framed in fire.

 

that felt like a Lazarus kiss,

but I can’t be sure

whether or not

it was paranormal activity

without my tools.

 

listen,

we’re going to need

a priest, an Indian chief,

a crucifix and a stick of butter.

 

there’s a good chance that your mouth

is haunted.

 

please

don’t speak until the ceremony

is underway.

 

Crooked Eagle thinks he sees the head

emerging,

and Father Johnson is covered

in cinnamon-sugar.

 

we've almost reached

the Truth. 

Reviews

[Kenneth The Poet]

What the hell...that is all I can say, and I laughed as well.

[Amy Bumpas]

I love these lines:listen,

we’re going to need

a priest, an Indian chief,

a crucifix and a stick of butter.



there’s a good chance that your mouth

is haunted.