Jason Ellis
I can't do you justice in reason or rhyme...

The Lord is my Shepherd,
or this could be a cataclysm...

A myriad of conscious beings
looking intelligent by seeing...

With my two feet on the ground
my head floating in a cloud...

I wish we had stayed perfect strangers
with our hearts evolved to perfection...

You talk like a man with a paper butt,
you are a chicken with a rooster strut...

Passing obsessions
mysteriously connect...

Somewhere between fact and innuendo
there's usually a shaded window...

In many a dark hour we have thought of this
that the redeemer Christ was betrayed with a kiss...

Those wrapped up in lust for sloth
feel free to criticize cloth...

Seeking asylum in a virtual pub
is like taking a bath in a two inch tub...

Silence soothes me much like the winter cold
I learned to love numbness as I grew old...