if the wind don't like me blow me away
if you, sailor
desire a feast like fleeting soulfood
keep me close.
keep me bare, you disaster.
revolting enlightenment.

that i live worldly,
that i have detached.
that god and the Tao
totally
turn me on.

i bold my voice-thoughts
and swallow
and play a different fool
to every expression that i meet.


these momentums:
most humanly being of sex.
i knew the snake, sailor!
but now i know you.

shut up.
i do not sex.
no,
awful.