Bishop

 

To the Bishop and his lovely wife
this dance I dedicate
kissing the carpet with numb limbs
slick with my own archived jism
I can't tell a burning cross
from a hanging tree
and we got rockets that land themselves
y'all really making me wonder what's important
probably why I gave up colors too
this beleaguered high
this swaying soul

Bishop be kind and your lovey wife too
this I pray
on bended knees in hooker boots
electronic hymnal keep the beat
they say they can prove the trajectory of
our planet
that it isn't flat
they say math is the true God
and triangles never lie

Bishop hear my prayer
grant me time to bear witness to the Singularity
grant me grace in professional poverty
give me fodder
keep me hard
even Jack knew the Muse was hidden in sadness

and your lovely wife too.

TA