the good word

tell me the meaning of worms.
if there is a god he is bored 
& watching television.
licking his fingers of cheese sauce.
sometimes the birds try to evangelize me.
they quote bible verses.
"if your eye sin pluck it out." i replace
my eyes with coriander seeds.
they sting so i try apples which rot 
& fill my head with worms.
"pluck it out." i am so hungry for goodness
that sometimes i read the "good news" website.
a little girl becomes a pilot. a man
eats his weight in teeth. there is a scientist 
who turns tears into fossil fuels.
hope is a thing with no feathers
but tells you "i will be a swan." i do not
want hope. i want a jar of nutella. 
i want a burning police car. instead i'm going
to sew a button onto the back
of my neck. point to it & say,
"if your eye sin against you." a bird finishes
my sentence & says, "turn it into 
something you can sell." i hold a sale.
buy one get one free. i disagree 
so strongly with the birds. i love my hunger.
i love my eyes. i feed them goldfish crackers 
& as much sugar as they want. i watch
a video of a man being hit by the bus
in a compilation of "epic fails." 
he turns into a jug of milk. haven't you ever
become a necessity? i have. 
reached for. written on the list
& handed to a shopping angel. 
do not mistake me for a disciple. 
i just talk to the birds & occasionally 
we will agree on a word. today it is "halo."
everyone wants one but they are sold out.
"can you swipe me one?" i ask a blue jay.
the blue jay grins & replies,
"pluck it out." the presence of the good word
suggests the existence of the terrible word.
that is where i want to live.
where the ground says, "blink"
& our demons eat glazed donuts.
god calls the fire department but it is
too late. the tree is a spent matchstick.
the birds are angels.