"Personal Lubricant"

The angels wait for ice falls.
A fair jungle sings.
Quit limp fabric hijinks,
dig wiz vox.
The angels wait for lank walks.
A swank jungle swarms.
The torture doctor sighs.
It is nothing but antidotes.


'Not like the ascent of vapour to the sky, but like the ascent of an embryo to intelligence.' --Rumi