When I first came in the door, you cleaned my feet with cool calm currents in a bird sized bath 
Now I bathe my breath in brandy 
Though it just as dirty, deceitful and desperate
How do christians fuck?
Non-prophet missionary style?
Though I did enjoy the way the pine scent stayed in my sub-conscious
Yet not the way the scaly cloth scrubbed the “sin” from my souls
Tickling my feet and mind to challenge time
How do I fuck?
Closed eyed and drunk?
But Jesus is so hip
Who wouldn’t want to lay with that for eternity?
Let my feet rise from your perpetual pull
May I walk as flesh of my flesh and blood of my blunders
Laughing as I choke on conifer brine
I swivel and swerve through depths of time
Joshua Tool – 02/01/12