LOGOS MYSTERIUM

IT’S LIGHTS OUT
AND NO DOUBT
ALL BETS ARE OFF.
HALF LAUNCHED
IN A TERMINAL
HALF COCKED
IN A COUGH.

II

BROKE BREAD WITH A STONE 
AT THE END OF A  STICK
THOUGHT THE SUN
HAD AN ICE CREAM HEADACHE

AND THAT EXPLAINED
A LOT.

III

POETRY STRIPS YOURS GEARS 
WITH MULLIGAN STEW
GIBBERING CRYSTALS
INTO YOUR EYES
ON PURPOSE.