touch a hot wire?

i did touch on purpose –

seeing how aloof, pretentious

this facade

you blink.

not that it matters,

not to me

when heaven is heavy

because the rats make rules

when cats laze about – they’ve been fed

and it is not up to me

to determine a cat’s worth

so you say,

and have a backing

so much wall

i will not even attempt

to break down –

you’ve predicted

it well.

then get your way

shove my face into this fire

and then say: “innocence”

because grace is a hot wire isn’t it?

we all feel, sense, touch, make reasonings

because all of us – are not perfect.

and you made your check mate:

touchdown.

run – what else is there?

legs like wings

chicken legs

but the devil

says –

the crowd agrees

seeing they’re all complicit

in this cesspool

come,

run to your fullness

wings of eagle

a dark angel spreads

fire – from hell

perceived as grace:

touchdown. undetected.

how certain the logic

how certain the feelings

how certain the spirit

and my angel

still in bleak darkness

croons: all it took

was a face.

do you like me now?

and nothing changed

save a tale,

skin

lies

but hey

] they’re all real

and don’t you

flesh is king … …

but don’t tell the audience

eager to

be part

of this

complicit

lie.

they all benefit

some

when they’ve all dabbed

some

in a cesspool

and i cannot

beat the devil’s ambition or greed –

i’m only mortal –

they curse me

cause i deliver not.

and embrace

a light

even if it is false

because it works.

wow;

wow

wow

i suppose wow

could go on indefinitely

wow

there

you have it

the flesh is King.