Joel Osteen Prays
For Nik Wallenda steps slow Thank you, steady, Jesus, into open air a quarter mile above one spot of land Jesus, Jesus, still owned by Jesus the Navajo. Thank you, I’m away, New Jersey, watching this man triumphant Jesus in designer jeans tight rope across the Grand Canyon’s gracious east edge Jesus on TV. Joel Osteen wraps his arms around himself thank you and waits on Jesus the opposite edge. In the air, Jesus, Nik sways, hold him tight on the swaying thank you cable and in a moment glory, glory that looks like Jesus disaster, lift Nik crouches wrap alone your arms down carry him on the wire, magnificent Jesus, a dove, and all knowing waits Jesus for the wind to blessed be thee calm who calms Joel Osteen prays Thank you and because Jesus Nik is miked with praise we know we believe he is tired you.
And Joel Osteen prays and because Nik is miked Jesus we know his arms are perfect tired one, he’s been holding his faith a twenty foot pole will set us free for twenty minutes and Nik’s tired. It’s a long way down Jesus he says and Nik now knows the truth he shouldn’t have looked the way down. And Joel Osteen prays Thank you, Jesus for Nik. And the wind does not beat him, Jesus no trumpets sound, Jesus no horses stampede the sky, Jesus. Nik kisses the thank you ground, Jesus Jesus hugs his wife, and the gorge does not greater part.
DOMINATION OF TULIPS
Tulips unconceal their many doors, as each petal spades
into giving cool rain
and pistils rise through rooms under trees.
Breezes in mobius patterns flow close to the ground,
as far above, cloud-systems merge
and disperse, on this seasonal seam between winter and spring.
Pink tulips, with inner parabolas of white stars, sprout
in rows on municipal plots, pop up
among weeds at the birthing spots of deer.
Petals nest all around cup water and quiver
to pongs of slowed rain, and rumble of cars.
In a backyard, a man thumbs a purple tulip,
and he begins to open.