Flying High by Cletus Crow
Cletus Crow writes about sex and Christianity in Flying High. That’s how you can tell he’s from Tennessee. A religious event can be sex. Really, anything can. People have been doing it for a while, hence how we all came to exist, except for me. I lack a belly button, and there’s a good reason for it, but I can’t get into it at this time. Suffice it to say, I was never born, and I will never die.
Various Psalms, which aren’t quite songs, aren’t quite stories, are sung from on high, flying high if you will, and I hope you will. The poems reflect on our transience, how fleeting these small moments are as they pass us by. Lots of beauty exists in tiny little fractals of light, hence why churches have those gorgeous windows. You know the kind, with all the pretty pieces of light like a sunlit mosaic.
Goodness is relative. We have all been good before. 2026 is the time for being better, or, as Melania Trump puts it, Be Best. Politics remains inescapable at this moment. This explains Cletus expressing guilt watching a person eat ass. Sometimes the ass got to be ate, the lamprey was a trendsetter in that fashion. Nobody ever said the lamprey looked good; it has always looked like ass. Another fish that looks like ass – the bony-eared assfish, named for its uncanny ability to eat mad ass. I guess a VPN is necessary for viewing porn in the deep south, yet another reason not for me to move to the south besides all the other reasons.
Billy Joel sang about how only the good die young. Awful people live forever. Sinners have tons of fun, that’s how most of civilization came to be. Good people make bad art. Bad people make good art. We have been worried about this dilemma for millennia now, and may have to tolerate some bad to make the good worthwhile. The state of being, of being good or bad, is relative and in the eyes of the beholder. We all sin, but the level of sin varies depending on the person’s inclinations.
We have all been there, gotten cooties back in school. That beats what you can catch later from kissing and unprotection. People are born that way. Sometimes it is good to think about the animals we have lost due to our desire for cleanliness. Pubic lice used to be a thing, but we tore down paradise to put up a parking lot, so to speak. However bad you think 2026 is for people, thank goodness you are not pubic lice, they are having a real tough time out there, with the deforestation of crotches and asses everywhere decreasing their natural habitat by 90%.
Poetry is inherently horny, longing to be good, to be loved. I have written poems to get laid before, and by golly, I will do it again. Cletus Crow highlights his inner horndog with Flying High.
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