“Come on in my kitchen”

Robert Johnson

if I concentrate on goodness

of a sudden I see you

and at that sight, milk stirred into

milk, you in my kitchen,

into this blessed world

Paul said cleave to the good

fishnchip shop wiseguys leave

the mind, on an expanding kindness,

are blown apart at the thought of you

from afar a vast approach

I could swear I hear hooves thud

but it’s my heart and her wings

flash like lightning, beating,

all a rhythm, at your side

at the sight of you

honey skin, wet eyes

knowing, sat like a queen,

waiting

who is it

approaching who

milk stirred in milk

love in the breeze, the leaves,

mingled with tar and sky

Lady, give me breath

I want to scream

what’s the problem, assholes?

it doesn’t rain assholes

they pour out my ass

like tapeworms

that’s one hand

on the other my heart

a world hellish, a blessed world,

in and out: a world to remember

the good

it’s pouring assholes

so come into my kitchen

watch my soul settle

all is love here, milk in milk,

all shit turns to love in the mill

you, goddess, you’re: beautiful