just divine.

reckless and torn
like letting 3 chickens out in the yard
their feet tied with twine

flighty and unborn
like not near enough cornbread
and too much wine

tired and forlorn
like some rundown chevy, beyond fixing
timeless and stuck in time

hell.
i feel like jesus on easter morn.
all risen up and being the lord,
just divine.
just dee-vine.

mmmm.... mighty fine.