Confusion is easy.
Like banana bread
floating in a sea of turnips.
Confusion is easy.
Like tying a knot
or welding gold origami.
Confusion is easy.
You will see!
Ride a mustard seed,
to infinity,
or luxuriate in a bed of
blood red noses.
Still, you will find
genitalia
in your pudding wedding (ew!).
See, confusion is easy!
I have done it for many ears.
String it across
a bow of discipline:
the soundpost of love
will shiver with your mania.
You said your finger is peeing.
(I get it)
Or your fear is a blue triangle.
(Cheers to bewilderment!)
God will tell you,
“There is more to you than your thoughts.”
Please don’t listen to her.
(She is always right.)