The Pigskin Boxing Glove vs. Champion Idealist

The Pigskin Boxing Glove vs. Champion Idealist

Obliteration by rote knowledge.

Spoken

broken-back

spit-too-ie!

What would this mad world mean

if not for the beauty

of the idealist?

Take a moment

to project forth

a fancy

deep beneath

the gilded rights of

America.

Take a longer moment for:

-food

-sex

-shelter

and jokes that

seemingly suggest

Intrinsic Truth.

Take a moment

to project forth a fancy

deep beneath the gilded rights of America.

I love Jesus

(and Bob Dylan)

‘cause they make me

cry

when my heart

is a brown pineapple

an ol’

pigskin boxing glove

wrapped in

ribbons

of

rusty barbwire fences.

Spike to the touch

maddened by the crush

splintered as if

the stem

of a rose

was placed upon a lily pad.

(which is me)

And that jousting

pinkish

purplish gem

(which is you).

I’m an idealist

slumped in a sleeping fancy

bedside warm sleep

comes over me

like the sweet peace of Jesus

(or a song

by Bob Dylan).


About this entry