just say and i will turn

--

there's an army of angels watching

every step i take, marking pinpoints

on a map so they can formulate questions

for jesus to ask me while he decides

whether i can march on in to heaven

--

well my head rolls off the shoulders and neck

my spine sinks back into a smaller shape

it's never okay to have had enough

never okay to be discontent or weaker

because i'm not near enough to first

and not near enough to last

--

is it okay to take dirty pictures and tape them to your dashboard

is it okay? and say 'i'm in love with you' and mean it

is it okay to hand you the world in a handbasket

some manageable weight:

just say, and i will turn

--

i'll hold up this god damn planet

though my shins might split like timber

and no one can give me a reason to find

a reason to be any happier or unhappier than i am now

some manageable weight:

just say, and i will turn

--

i'll write a god damn novel

shit out a god damn sonnet

type out a god damn conservative manifesto

spit out a god damn book of love

if it were a manageable weight:

just say, and i will turn

just say, and i will turn

just say, and i will turn

just say, and i will turn

just say, and i will turn

just say, and i will turn

just say and i will

just turn and i will

just say and i will turn

just turn and i will say

"it's okay"