Four Saints in Five Voices

*it is as if, saints could could be coming again. 
as if it is us, us saints, all saints 
could be less, 
"less of the least"
and lo, us, less and less sanctus than 
(then) these saints 
are all going to fall.


*then let them box 
with themselves
in the shadows, and find 
more a saint than those 
who cast their robes and habits 
to the furnace




* for who has has eaten 
the least of their piety cast 
cast the first fork to the floor!
and feed the saints a bit of
grass and snail 
with a chuckle to their ribs!


*and lo, the seemingly unseemly 
veneration of spirit and flesh holy 
enough for the whole, Lot
and company and company,
and company have not 
at all become what wasn't 
our song, our song of denigration
for the saints!


*and yet, yet we all know that 
nothing, of nothing when we speak 
of it, as if, it is
is only yet
those saints, who have had 
not yet a tête-à-tête
with God

Parenthetical Aside: Jonah D. Mixon-Webster??

Yea, I'm one of those people. One of those people who take way too much time thinking about themselves, their reason on Earth, and the significance/insignificance of their own name. On top of all of this, I have the audacity to write poetry. So in a sense, I'm the quintessential post-modern poet (or at least I think I am). When it comes to poetry I try to be as experimental as I can. I like to blood-up the page in unconventional ways. I like abusing language by making it eat itself. In addition, I love learning new and different styles or poetry so I can synthesize them all into other new and different styles. Ultimately (if not hopefully), this will one day help me to help others who have the wonderful burden of wanting to write poetry.