everyone undertook to be 

walking-talking like they
knew what they were doing-saying
showing off all the rugged masculinity
of cheerio boxes

come to us on the road to Damascus
give to us the sword of manhood

       help us to s...ing!
as we cradle our bowels in our arms...

your voice is swallowing my soul.

 strange voices and i awoke to

tip-toe, sandy tongue tap-tappping on my eears-

wrapped in a blanket and absorbed in heartbeat

my only fear became confidence in knowledge

                               knowledge in confidence

so i'm a                              frayed of you

look, just because your heart is in the right place

doesn't mean your feet are rightly treading road,

we, heavy pattern of inconsistency

i dreamed Damascus! 

an holy road raiséd in the midst

 raised up to hold the easy pilgrimed feet

was settled into by another errant servant,

the burbling beast with jaws like the ocean

gently again, spewed out,

raging waters together,

the flushed and dripping man to the edge of

the pebbled road

but it was all in the sky

        a reflection the earth wass trying to be

then i said,

 "i want to find another

who let the arrows of shame

sink and settle into his heart.

the first arrow slowly shudder into chest

the second arrow sink him to knees

the third arrow pull to the ground

And the protruding shafts

 catch before face penetrates earth."

the arrows come to all men

the specters are the unfortunate offspring of William Tell

while the substantial are walking around all with a

Genius heartbeat

and then I decided

my back would be metal

and the springs above me

would be a magnet

i felt the magical tug

fixing me into place

gently pressing me

now comfortably attached