Pass Me The Butter Poem by Kevin John Mangan

Kicking inside out to get out worm my way through it all
all the time poking holes in life afterbirth into the now and real
Surreal survival always one sure glance
in balance with the flow of trampled walkways and unreal talkways.
Keep it together or let it fall apart?
How often do you speak from the bottom and not get lost
at the top where the words cruise along well trodden paths
ever moving, ever soothing connecting mind to mind.
While below in subterannean conduits runs the stuff
that has no name
An Adonai potion snaking in a nimbus
beneath the sole slapping pitter-patter on cobalt asphalt.
Let the city rainwater drain to the cotton mouthed manholes
* 'oh river rise from your sleep' create a new belief.

*Danio Langios,
The Maker