"It's not a spectator sport!"

Worshipers have given saints
such a bad reputation.
They want them silent
with long faces
and eyes rolled up in a
pompous trance.

When all the saint wants
is a mad ripping
of clothes
and a night long
roll
on the belly of god's moist laughter.

Don't follow your mind to that place of
self important chanting.
Dive here with us
into this eternal river.

We are warm
and wet like a
new made pudding.
Drowning in god's sweet embrace.