an old poem of mine:




bunny slipper jesus
u give prophesies
over hospital lunches
shining divine light
through gaps in gowns
and curtains

godonly knows who chose u
to spout truth from
couchtop podiums
to deaf ears
but u're right

in sum way yr direct line
to god is raw and exposed
an u
my bunny slipper jesus
u
don't need no fkn translater
to tell u how the gospel
goes cuz u know
intrinsically
what so many others
try to grasp
intelligently or
thru weak channels like
blind faith

and i donno how
summa the chosen gain
followers an summa the chosen
gain
bunny slippers and summa the chosen
wear holy clothes an u wear
yr holey bathrobe u
bless terrycloth
in the absence of
soft cotton

who knows
maybe u know
the truth
maybe u know
better

maybe if yr bunny slippers were
free to the world u cd walk the distance and
part seas
at least yr not
parting legs like
priests do and
playing telephone games
like priests do

u
are pure
in some way yr
bathrobe embodies sanitation
the smell of disenfectant
yr baptism in
medication and
ability to not only speak
in tongues but to hold
on to yrself in the
bottom
of yr tongue

u
are pure
but u're purity
unadopted
takes the form of
dollar store antiseptics
and rough cotton swabs
generic hydrogen peroxide
rubbing alcohol

and your
inner light
shining
makes rays of sun
blessing the sick
in places where
sunlight
cd not touch
skin