Ronald Hutton

 I was listening to Ronald Hutton

So I saw a chance to steal my soul back from Jesus.

 

I've been friends with him lately

I asked him, he absolutely didn't mind. 

Lie

 Lying tongue

We thought it was our inheritance 

Chest of drawers packed with bribes

 

It goes from not being believed

To believing yourself a liar

 

And then it mutates into not caring

About truth

Every poet

Once believed

Searched, insisted.

 

The decadent dip ladles into fairyland

Thinking they owe nothing

 

Your debt

 

Is study.There are those who

Understand. 

For You've Never Had a Vision

 Had the trembling world placed in your hand

Or have you

Have you given up?

Swooned from the responsibility

Had failure to fight?

Ignored the holy riddle

That illumined wrong from right 

Had faith in the adventure

Life pours out so abundantly?

So humbly?

Did you dash out the brains of infants

So longing to stay true

to your argument? 

Acid head childhood

 everybody knows

at times it's for me to remember

I have to be a catcher in the rye

perhaps

It's a lot like hunting flies

Hunting common sense

It's in there but that patience is essential like

your oxygen supply is essential 

A Poem for Dying

 A Poem for Living

How unused we are to wipe our own asses

How immoral it feels, in fact

To get out the dustpan

And sweep. 

Proof

 The scoundrel, trickster

An adult woman witnessed

And now the child is saved

Stop being confused

Save the child

 

It was way worse than I thought

The Seventies, I break

Spend the rest of my life fishing slivers out of my vagina

 

Precious slivers, we have conversations.

If you are small enough, you can see the whole world. 

I'm Trying

 I'm trying to see how little social media I can survive on.

If you miss me, just send good thoughts my way.

They've sold the house and are memorializing Dad next week.

I'm sure if you get in touch with my golden boy brother you can pay your respects.

If I get a chance, I'm going to sprinkle his ashes in the Seine.