If I am to believe the bright orange mug
I sip my bottomless coffee from this Easter morning
on Lafayette Square, “Good, good, good.”® is
a registered trademark. Though I have faith
that oddly plural god’s tov, tov meod was
spoken under a creative commons
share and share alike license
that covers such remixes,
I will try in the light of this new revelation
to avoid trinities of good or repeat them breathless
with passion to remove every trace of a comma,
leave no suspicion of a full stop where
there should, without a doubt, be
a sabbath, emphatic, passing,
before the next let there be.
