blasphemy isn't a disease
scrounged an old man (of the wake)
plowing along in a keelboat fitting
or fitted to his sense of
urgency.
because it represents the truth of infants
trickling out of their mouths like the drool
(that stains) leather couches and fancy pants
apologies don't make a difference when
you're
angry.
bugger the thought and it (becomes) pure
sloughing off lies intently with passion
trusting thrusting love in
an
in
appropriate
place
like horses.
so the boat moves forward with mis(placed)
energy
that was found under ice
burned away by the industrialization of evolution
along the shore are battered amphibians
burning (unknowingly) in a bath of radiation
counseling
piloting
but the boat pays no heed.