This Large Existence


Punch a hole through a
Double-ply paper bag,
Dismember the distress and shout stale breath
Into the crooning air.

Let it out in your own move of view-

Transform into the image of a gas tank
Bobbing back-n-fro.

Eat stale cup cakes for
A fresh cause no one would understand to view.

Bleed into the bathtub,
Clear fluids of breathless vagabonds
Cleansed by a deity much higher than your own.

Suggest the surmise and don't reproach the inquisitor.

For to walk into a new block of earth requires you to tire

Tire .. tire so devoutly.

One your in front of 2 feet
Behind two eyes which program this large existence.