The Varieties of Religious Experience

Step into the water
it’s over your head
like Chinese astrophysics
cut into a billion little pieces
& you’ve got to put it all back together
w/dental floss & duct tape
before the cops show up

bloody nose, black eye, busted tooth

I don’t know why I felt so pure

The long drop waiting for the light to change
& this defines you better than I can
your heart & the catchy tune it plays
when we finally get to the place where the shoreline is shaped
like surrender

anything pure silver & the thread that holds it all together
stuttering in the mexicatessan where your velvet reflection turns blue

It wasn’t in the clouds that you’d hang 10 on a teardrop
w/your self-concious pearls in the fridge & your smoke rings
nailed to the neon sky