The silent screams
Of deliberately subtle poetry,
After gossip, are the worst disease
You should earmuff against.
Cuz even reading between the lines
Can be quite misleading;
Plucking your eyes out is clutch,
Cuz the magic is in the other hand.
What Catholic smiles,
As Michelangelo paints God in a brain?
What indulgences they give him
For spitting in their clueless faces?
Writing in code,
The language of poets;
Masons encode a reality more generous
Than anyone’s predisposition.
If you aren’t a nerdy poet,
Please, buy some glasses!