introibo ad altari dei
said my dream
"you're raving mad
making dinner at 3 a.m.
for twenty soon
to be arriving poets
doggone if you didn't put your
foot on the altar
while you were cutting vegetables"

so inconvenient
I thought
"hell if you didn't cut
the damned thing clear off"
but it's just the pinky one
I said
"it's the
credo in unam deum
of it

sanctus sanctus sanctus"
said my dream
"no bloody bleeding now
you need to get the thing sewn up
and back on before dinner"
mea culpa
and all that I said
but I don't really need that toe
can't I just forget about it

"It's an
agnus dei
damned if you do
damned if you don't
kind of thing
you know
you're not
so pretty
with asymmetry"

"only nine
and it's like one of the ten
commandments up and died
and went to heaven"
oh so dinner will be late
poets hungry it's time
for the miracle
of toes
and stitches

11/10/2007

Posted on 11/11/2007
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