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
poems 2 die for 