tespu and pills of padre in an existential confessional box

be careful padre
you’re going back to brother earth
you’re going back to swamp land
you’re going to grow into a factory
to make my mannequin Girlfriend

be careful padre
of stockings swinging in the air
like loose, boneless apes
climbing rainbow stairs

tell me padre

why are the pancakes
so powdery?

why is the sink
full of half eaten bra cups?

where did my crocodile tears
keep the bloated mongoose?

be here with me padre
as i lift my body out of full length mirrors
as i lift my body out of freshly dug mushroom gardens
as I lift my body out of acid baths
as I lift my body to first communion lips.

be careful padre
our pills demand apologies
our pills demand the dance of giddiness
our pills demand the toiling bell
our pills demand some lacy hell

tell me padre

why is the elephant in the room
not sitting down?

why did the giraffe
stick its neck out for me?

what did the hippopotamus
study at the hippocampus?

why didn’t the mothership
bring me home?

dearest padre
my body fits on the palm of your land
my body flits like a moth in maelstroms
my body fits in the mouth of Alsatian moon

my body is perched on pedestrian terrain like a predator
my body is a pink upright rabbit clanging cymbals together
my body is damp and traumatised and covered with fur
my body is a high heeled shoe full of glow worms
my body is a field to bury martyrs

what is going on padre?
I do not understand, padre

be careful padre
i cannot make this world safe for you
i cannot make your skin adjust to the blue light of dawn
i cannot make you old the way Moses was old
I cannot make you whole the way lazarus is whole
roaming this brother earth with feet that overcame death
roaming this swamp land holding the hand of my mannequin girlfriend
roaming this factory full of stockings swinging in the air

be careful padre
all the pink frantic rabbits
cramped on bread shelves
will be baked and fed to our children

be careful padre
these pills will make you wrinkle and weep
speak in tongues in restless sleep
dream of roads ascending steep
Los Angeles highways to calvary

be careful padre
I cannot move the tomb without your mind
I cannot unfold with Marian Time
I cannot unmake your crowns of thorn
I cannot sleep well since night was born

be careful padre
I call you father
because you loved my mother
but left
to battle darkness
inside the moat
where I
your brother
your pills of padre
slips down your heavenly throat

one last thing, padre

will it be sad or funny
when the triple A battery rolls to my feet?

should I be worried or erotic
when i squirm into the devils dress?

will there be sentimental lightning
creeping down my chest?

will my turmoil be eloquent
when i’m put to rest?

What is happening here, padre
I do not understand, padre.

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