Lather me.
Shower and hose
This dirty man
Clean
Baptismal would I come to you.
Took a jigsaw to emotion,
Boxed, buried in closet,
Frustration locked in
Cruel denial.
Earth shudders krakatoan,
Darkness and fire combine
Water covers land
Smoke obliterates sky-
Yet still, concupiscent
The race survives.
2004 tsunami,250,000
From 7 billion.
Walking each morning
Patong beach, day upon day
Leaving for Samui,
Patong beach washed away.
Old snake-head of yore
Swept in salt water
Practiced, alive by default.
Are we now to be the mystic melt
Creation or depletion
To stallion or to geld?
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