zipper head,
open your tender teeth
reveal yourself
in all
of all
that
you are
clench
the mail
betwixt your steel jaws
deliver the cypher
into waiting hands
so many crude
assumptions
of what you might
or maybe
may be
you can come into the arms of
safe haven,
you are the arms of safe haven
you are anything but
safe
haven
let the carpet unroll
before your feet
of marbled steel
kicking rusty sparks of lightning
from the concrete
bouncing light
and quarters
into heaven’s gutters
zipper head,
stay where the rumbles occur
keep your head high and
out of the trenches
your worn, dusty boots,
dug deep into the stirrups
of a bipolar bull,
thrashing one…
torpid another
through the shiftiest gears,
our protagonist prevails
walk those high wire nights
of cappuccino hallelujah
scratch the blackboard dust
swing at that other head,
climbed into a chasm of dark
make every new
adoption of nomenclature
the donning of your sacred title
a wreathe of laurel highlights
lay upon your cornflower brow
a teeming of light in your sepia,
seal eyes
pontificate of sarsaparilla calculus
you observer of courses
determiner of courses
forgetter of courses
let all courses be
subject to your power
and sway
a kingdom which stretches past
all imagination or illumination
let them conduct themselves rightly,
for knowledge of your presence
they query quick but quiet,
twirling stick in coffee and
mad scraps of leaky pen napkin notes
and the subtle escapes of breath
from your pulpit
convert them, each
and all
to your church
of the considerate virgin
let your christ gnosis
hail the multitudes
of bovine slitherers
each now armed
with impressive equations of
equanimity, poise
because your scepter
hath provisioned the unwashed
with its manna
lay your miracle on the
blister of impatience
and lameness walks now,
with living memorial of
lazarus sensibilities
oh but could we only attain
unto thee,
hail, most mighty
of the cousins
and czar of all the wanderers of
the minotaur’s labyrinth
we invite you to sit with us
for tea and do tarry
tell us the tales of
your turns
we are swollen now,
swallowed and all
fallen into silence,
as we wait upon our excitable smiles
for your symposium
of next-ness
zipper head,
fair friend of the white and gray…
let it begin
we are ready
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