He creates the Heavens and me
Fresh leaves of spring and bare trees of winter
Strength of body and madness of mind
Fury and love
He creates the Heavens and me
Swirling seas and sand
Leviathan and amoeba
Time and its end
He creates the Heavens and me
Killing and saving
Thanking and raging
I’m cursed but blessed
I conjure kindness in
Petals before they fall
Ithaca Street
Struggle’s the trek
On the short street called Ithaca,
Which begins with St. Bartholomew’s
And ends with Teriyaki One.
Teriyaki One
All languages spoken here.
Evil feasts first,
Pillaging Ithaca
Save scraps for the scrappy.
Ponderous cruelty and paltry kindness
On the long road.
An ex-wielding God chases me,
While I concoct my possible sins.
I dare not peek to see
If Poseidon’s less punishing.
A cherry tree softens the sky.
Cherry tree
I once smelled perfume
On the sweet street named Ithaca.
I tried some at the counter for free.
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