Ego-Tripp(ed)

& then the poet became G_D/like
just’a rolling his tongue everywhere
like G O D must’ve
when the earth got birth(ed) & even

after the fertile soil turned
over on herself/ & the sky--a mix

between "blue&what you looking @?"

(that was sometime afta the 5th day)

when the crumbling grit shook her grin

loose crossed each arm & said

“Man? Nah…we good”