St. Martha Let It Fold

nail gun marines, foaming midget horses

black smoke threads a straight line from your kidney to your hand

from your hand to kingdom come

be light enough to ride, the backside of a magnet

let it stay in lust with all the silver ghosts and dirty pictures

fire in the horses mouth

spitting cherry stems

and square knots and drunk flies in the elevator camera

the backside of a magnet

let it stay, let it stay

let it fold, let it fold

the alderman are praying, praying to your picture

St. Martha locomotion, snakes under foot

if easter was a river and the river folded under

be light enough to ride

let it stay, let it stay

glass behind the the plains, hanging out ether Jesus strobe

decatur when you're blown, when the river folded under

shifting plates and bottle rockets

ground out with your shoe, St. Martha with the serpents

let it stay, let it stay

let it fold, let it fold