There are places beyond in my mind
Past time to where I first learned the rhyme

Fertile lands, We swayed into
Felt the sudden breath of neverending death
fresh fragrance, romance and naturally madness

What is food but thought, a meaty metaphorical flesh?

Does it not incorporate
and become one with us?

Are we not just all of us a taste
a lick
a suck
on a lollipop stick?

Food is not a liar it recognizes its thoughts
now of course it IS Blessed
it can really connect.

Hell, you know I'm telling the truth
Can you not hear the call of the chicken wing
that's now faded into my limb?
Maybe the piece of chocolate cake
that puts me through my paces
as I try to tie my laces.

Perhaps a moment more
for me to explain?
There's still the sense of "STORY"
my heart beats to maintain:

Jesus was in my jacuzzi last night
He sat in the back while I
a fool and afloat
sputtered in glee and grinned
RISING from ash of immortal sin

Hide in the grass and watch Me
DECIDING to bleed
Blink and I'll drop it
What if Adam had offered that apple to Me?

It tasted
Crisp and juicy golden delicious
Just before he became my missus

I would be HIS favorite
Unstained back from battle
Truces of tea and cake
Never to wake and fear THAT snake

and have at my heels

all the pain from our stories HERE
abuses and horrible defeats
of what makes us human,
storms of desperate deceits

This is what I'm talking about
this taste
that's the succulence WITHIN!

Not just from Christ or from sin
Don't you understand me?
It's because we let it ALL in.

Long as I try and hard as I might
The feeling which makes this me, this new idea of us?
To DUST
To DUST
it was not meant to be

it is not
what is
only pretend
but maybe in this way we can hope to mend