host

dear guest, i did not mean to
have a guillotine in the living room.
let's instead talk about taffy
& the neighbor boy without a face.
i have been watching mass 
on television. there are options
for the sick to still be holy
or so i am told. i have waited years
for someone to take me up on my offer
to let me swallow them whole.
i promise you i will be a good host.
you can eat whatever sweets you want.
we can go to the carnival &  
throw darts at a wall of skulls. 
you can be my lover or my puppeteer 
or my god. i am open to any & all options.
really, what i crave is a break 
from being a conscious bee hive. 
i no longer want to look at the oracle
& think, "sunday night is coming."
let me walk around like a corn dog.
thoughtless & whimsical. will you
worry for the both of us? 
will you call our senator & plead
for a ghost vote tonight? nothing 
in this world makes sense unless 
you go to the river & talk to the foot prints.
let's drown but just for the afternoon.
target practice with the gnats.
i bought a new carpet for you.
i am sorry, the fire place does not burn wood,
only limbs. you will have to go
to the cow village & pray to their radio
if you want to get any. for now,
let's sleep. i'll be your feather salad.