Just let the creepy slime of now pool down.
Sometimes, figuratively, one must drown.
Can’t stop the gloopy shit that evil trails.
This gum in our works & sawed-off guardrails.
Nowt to do in the path of tsunamis.
No supermen & no super-mommies.
Monster survival mode powers thru loss.
There’s no shade in the shadow of the cross.
It’s you, community, family & friends…
This canopy’s branches, altitude, lends.

