GOO

GOO

Thank YOu Jesus for the people bye the people in spite of them people under your steeple.

GOO

Slimey slick white icky licky to some wipe it off quick to others think thick some think thin viscous or blotted vicarious or controlled released or kept inside red yellow green when sick or white when fine eye have seen it clear but not refined do not speak to me of goo it bodes ill for noise it is residue in Chambers not yet clean but in her hands it finds new meaning it is mostly unclean but not in the marriage it is acceptable in lovers portions but not spoken of in polite society they only form opinions of the matters of the flesh but goo is never living but its dead formed from the living tissue but alive on some forgotten microscopic level they think its where the babies still come from the rolling thunder of the Ocean Waves. Poe would not begin to goo or you would you title your next poem goo tell me who would goo these pages to the poetry distillations in this famine stuck in winter everyone is poet there is novelists who write but never goo so eye choose to goo its not the sin in my house to love its not never nothing bad they goo you knoe they do they goo or they lie to say they did not do it they did it there is no doubt why not admit it sometimes so thick the goo it oozes in the landscape from the milkweed but no do not drink the goo its poison goo pretend the eye will be the goo for you goo is never dirty goo goo is good for you goo is good for eye envision whole Nations rising upp from mudd to be torn to goo to be turned from sin into goo to goo when life is over to be the goo in Heaven there is goo but its unleavened