Ninkasi and Enki know nothing of the joys I’ve imbibed

Through their cure of the father’s wounds.

    That warm glow,

      Unmistaken in a crowd of public tavern-ry

        Or in my living room with basketball on

          Or off the nightstand fresh after raucous sex

            Or on a balcony on this decadent ship,

Sustains the steady flow.


And it’s not just of the body, that it warms the blood,

But the thought’s constant looping

          Is straightened out somewhat

          That to see the world is to bask and sing praises,

          And the wind and stark colors of backdrops and

          Foregrounds are chanting at you.