Wednesday, August 26, 2009

Leaving Land and Water (or, Resurrection)

You’re gonna love me when I’m gone,
So says the Bible of my man.

You’re gonna drink up, I’m gonna drop
To a germicidal sea where I’ll donkey-saddle up!

Have you seen me this happy,
Did you listen to my last

singing on that weekday, always ‘neath a fire shower?
Helluva palaver, that Sunday and last supper night—

Goodbye, salamanders, I’ll be all right!

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