UPON DELIVERY
delivering (me) from
evil, such a bitch,
who would have thought it?
determined, desperate, the angels
and devils
thrown into confusion by
my poems
the morality of which
all over the place
and then the spirituality
the dude so much-deceived
into thinking
God really likes him
since that moment
at the bottom of
the swimming pool so
much to and fro
and now I sense these lines
being read as I write them
(long before I wrote them)
the
switches so
fast and furious
between thunder and bright sun
between
anger and
pleasure
but, still, the critic’s eye
and respect for every little
feeble
attempt to emulate
gloriously create