Never Fear

Death warts multiplying on the skin of your teeth
Death rattles syncopating in the hand of a baby
Lung cookies gather darkly and bitch about you in particular
Happily slaved with a sinking certainty to a free floating anxiety
Surprised by an orgasm while making a particularly convoluted point
In the middle of complex argument regarding celibacy
All of these things and more are yours my child
Blessed art thou flesh of mine flesh
As is mine, so shall yours be an life of increasing weirdness
Never fear our schizophrenia for it will bless as it bleeds you of every when
Of any possibility of love or hope or joy or maceration of true intention
The blind eye sees deepest, being un-fooled by the curse of color