The big picture is more than
The heartbeats I have left
It doesn’t matter.
I never claimed to have it all figured out.
It’s still good to know what’s going on
Before ordering a drink at the bar of calamity–
I swam through the eye of the divine fish-hook
Looked in the barbed eye of God,
Found the truth is neither evident nor clear–
We’re all fucked sideways for commercial use,
Walking like crabs among kelp in green water
We are anything but straight forward in Spirit–
The days roll up like a newspaper thrown in the trash
Leave the soul jacked-up, scraped, bruised
Bent like the diver who jack-knifes into my dream
Why do I see
Headlights coming out of the dark?