The lamb basker, Jesus, ribbon hair
landscape beard. Here he comes
through the cornfield, blessing each of the workers
who sleep in the grain storm.
Jesus bless you, bless you for your
brown clothes and dark skin, actually:
outcast, professor, come share with me.
Low-down Jesus, in a cardboard box in an alleyway.
serving stale bread to the cats.
Here's judas cat, who screams and moans
for the cops to come and take away his joints.
Citizen guns run through the dark with smoke trails
kicking around the genius in the dumpster.
Good man, my mortal lord, be in my jewelry.
Come ye to my breasts, gentle soul.
With fat pounding hammers were we carved,
Brains live inside of flesh suits, we live inside brains.
Feel my hands, tongue to my fingertips.
I will be an animal for you.