Poem

 
 
 
tongues of moonlight
lay across the damp
grass in my  
backyard  
 
like God's mouth forebiding Eve  
the first bit of that
succulent  
apple
 
this is the way we  
will save the  
world
 
no wonder I hate
the smell of
night
 
where the wings of
angels taste  
of cotton
candy
 
and  their eyes
rage with
sodomy