Bacchanalia

After some hesitation I lay myself down

drunk upon the rainsoaked grass.

I'll be damned

if the liquor doesn't ease the pain.

Naked, I am told, before God.

Naked. Rhyming.

Another evening it was a thunderstorm,

strobelight thunderstrokes bang bang bang without commas

tremendous cold rain gusted and me

out of bed in the houselee: watching, in love,

sublimnity,inhuman greatness, sweet relief

from my own poor estimations.

Grinning, worshipful naked ape in underwear

wetfaced.

All the bullshit will, in the end, win

over me but I'll not be won over

Please Please

I'll crossdress before the dry

with the thunderborn, bullhorn shouting

about everything, drunk

upon the wet grass, tears maybe