today i feel so good
that it hurts
and i don’t know what to do
so i call this love
i build churches and holy oceans
walk the world barefoot
go to family gatherings
to share my poetry
flash my beard on the streets
give a little wink
to the brutality of existence
tape myself to a revolving door
prey to the devils
to see what foundation allows
for the sweet nausea
of a desperate heart
