Jupiter, god, the divine
rainmen, shamen
every monk, dignitary, skriglitary
will shine down upon you
glorify your path
emblazon it
in your mind
their mind
everyones
they will show you the secret ingredients
the bona fides required for zestful, inside out
out of body art forms, experiences
you’ll grow another self in yourself
he’ll sit just inside your mouth
telling all those little lies
that will begin to take over
wedge you out
split you inside, in half
a better half
you’ll think you’re hot shit
puking and screaming all over
little old ladies
skunks and squirrels in the park
frightening the little girls
on your morning walk
you’ve turned into a rabid, wild, beating, wet dog
you need to go back, come back
want to come back
highs
lows
in between, you’re a fire inside and out
that singes your nostrils
traces up through your eyes and escapes
out your head
popping
with a force that makes you finally and truly
open to true love, liberty, and
the pursuit of happiness
that’s patriotism.