Farting Babies

Farting babies.

They giggle and burp.

I spank one cheek.

Blessings in disguise.

Hard salami.

Burnt cheese.

A tornado rips through the town.

Covering my jar.

With severed day lilies.

Crying sober.

Drunk and in love.

Molasses bodies.

Fragmented and warm.

Unity is divinity.

As a pilgrim marches towards a goal.

I tremble at the feat.

Defeated Ivy.

Poison in the bush.

He melds together as one.

And that was how god saw us.

Alive and aware.

Always an eternity.