anotha pome

I
want to take a bath
Up to my chest
A chance to rest
A chance to digest
A chance to be digested

I
want to take a bath
to be invited
And pass the test
Of past-life regression
I want to take a bath with

You
My older brothers
My favorite teachers
My Nietzsche tutors
My God computers
I want to take a bath with

Jesus
He runs a theme park
He’s at the theater,
H’s self-effacing,
He’s troubleshooting
The self-erasing chalkboard.

On the eleventh floor
Robots in training
Are drinking hemlock
The blood red tear drops
I must be insane to want to
Take a bath with

You,
I’m holding my breath
And waiting for orders;
Waiting to be rewarded,
To be requited
For knowing nothing

I only like the first verse

this whole bit is off the hook!
much love

Thanks Monooq. I don’t much like it. I wrote it quickly after a strange dream. Parts of it glimpse something…but alas, it’s a failed attempt. Surprised you folks even bothered to read it.