see the problem so many lovers
friends & undesireds have is that
i put god & the devil in the dryer &
stuck it into my brain so the atoms fused
with every creature in my consciousness
& became a high-speed schizophrenia colored
by lavender-and-chamomile- scented detergent
& winter air; a brilliant confusion wheel
splattered with brain matter
& cyclical sensuality does not suit a normal man
or his ego but really i find it quite fair, i mean
angels have the chance then to be devious &
demons have their day–
though like the song says,
i don’t know a killer from a savior
(& the trouble is that’s fine with me)