Poetry Archives

Feel wonderful the spirit thing
where animals come up and follow him,
the park Jesus—occasionally people do
the same but he talks better with the animals
the birds are happy to nest in his hair
sometimes he’ll have to fight a dog.
That time lying down in the road next to the lake
and stopping the traffic for blocks
like a glory day.  He doesn’t say much.
All that’s left of the old world is a mobile phone
and the calls start, one after another
until the voices are a web
of sticky meetings he must attend—
“Demand the purity of Heaven
a celestial outcome,”
And the party comes to the rescue.