Post Eden Eves:  we talk circles on the evenings when you just want a drink

 

Abba, abba, blah, blah, blah. Funny

bone, how astute you are within these lines

of mine:  Starting with Eden, my moneys

on that horrible snake filled mine

 

field the bible calls a golden garden.

Pardon me, Adam, I’m a bit naked.

and that thing between your legs has hardened,

Why, god damn! I’ve been oh so forsaken,

 

advantage has been taken of a rib

to make me! And I want to name a few

things, like, THAT’S a monkey. Now don’t be glib

with me, fucknut, god, I can’t be shooed!

 

I’m not a stray dog, im a naked thing

praying at the crossed Christ you created!