Admonition Delivered Behind the Back of Gregory Bem

I don't want an outside
too much beauty at the street level

you'll get no help from me
in your invisible war
on visual vices

or your other demons
like Puerto Rico or
your managerial demeanor
styled after a man coughing in Austria

"the sleeper team of the NFC East"

God has entered your work
like a poem enters the library:
scrawled in black Cross pen
with my adderall hand
on the back of an Ayn Rand author flap

Zounds. The trumpets insect each other
as the wounds of God are cauterized.