Excalibur.

There might be words
about which I have spoken
you might want to resolve
not to repeat, unless heaven
opens her gates to you, makes
you fearful--oh of herself &
others, the slim man feared
his burden getting restless
a can of worms is a canker
sore issuing disaster--issuing
a promise for something diseased
instead of the genuine article.
i know what i mean to speak to-
ward; as if knowing it wasn't
enough already. It's about
believing in yourself. It's
about getting the rindy whole-
some flesh out of life. Yeah,
yeah, baby. We want fires and
fires & fires & fires
& fires (by the wayside)
the way the words used to just
slide out, you know, slide
out--like a movie of a kid
(a real crank-yanker) not
this time observing--spouting
some gibberish about Ohm's
law and intercontinental bliss
or a visitor's cash bonus card.
Excalibur.