THE LESSON FROM JOHN IN ETON COLLEGE CHAPEL

THE LESSON FROM JOHN IN ETON COLLEGE CHAPEL

I read through the news,
hats off to your blues,
a chimney falls under my head.

I stomach the wood
that tastes very good,
like mopping up gravy w/ bread.

I glow for the coal,
don't bury your soul,
backwards in spire I get high.

I'd change for the house
that's quiet as a mouse
and emblazon my name in the sky.

I'd slip through the skin
of a thesis as thin
as the Rizla it's in and be born.

I'd burn and unlearn
what names people darn,
w/ tyger-tongue scream of the dawn.

I'd sip on White Russians,
on white and South African,
and amble to 360 vision.

To take out my eyes and
see in all directions at once
is but one general direction.

 

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