the Devil called
wants me in Hell
I said, that don’t suit me so well
BTW don’t get me started
last time we spoke
it smelled like you farted

Salute those who read the end of the book first
for they seek a reason to read.
This is the back of the book,
the foundation, the bed rock;
this is the mantle, the crust,

There’s a famous film of children being part of a psychology test.
It’s an old film, black and white, stationary camera to emphasize
It’s not a movie but documentation of an experiment.

Individual children are given a marshmallow, not quite a candy,

She collects the colours of summer evening
distributes them through her garden with art and beauty
to welcome her guests appropriately, that is,
these flowers are the colours of her joy to be with them,

there’s nothing I do that makes sense
nothing I do rhymes with recompense
though the evangelist dissolve into incontinence
a deep sea diver on shore with the bends
point out the rooster that rules without hens
all I do is feather the bed and relive past tense

God’s my brother.
He kills without thinking.
My brother’s a fool.
He’s lost without me.
My brother is unforgivable.
His family suffers
because of what he does.
He’s my brother.