Boats, Chapels, Stars

Boats look like chapels, within starry skies, and by the stars ye navigate, do not hesitate, except if, in agitate, yeek ye geek seek a harbor, wherein ye magistrate a walking of the plank,

Into a chapel, within starry skies, by which ye espie, a reaching up, your navel, but it is blunt, in assassinate you, eschew you, rejected, genuflected, felt as if implanted

As a sperm, womb to womb, bladder to bladder, hearing their a choir there, of stars, reunited. Feel the King, the Rodney King, the Duke and Duchess of Virginia, the virgin with tobacco,

Is that you Hesikiah, hesitating, olive branch, in film’s respite, for I am for you, too, as you climb down, to join the clamor, as if a day’s work no one in their right mind would shirk, or scream, or

FALTER