CATHEDRAL

CATHEDRAL

sorry!

just a
slip of

the tongue

was just
imagining myself
a mamba
and
   the wrong
word flickered

wanted to
was of
a mind to
say
    “is it”
what came
            out

what I ended up
saying
   sounded like
“Zizek”

such a sublime little
slip
    fork
in the road, twist
of
   breath

and the hovel
of my art
            rising out
of its
foundations

becomes thing
long suppressed
                    other
than
itself

thinking of, naming,
seeing
     itself as

thing now
     descending, shape

in the clouds

maybe cloud to you
but to me
some
       kind of
cathedral