a distressing image

i am threatened by the image of
a woman kissing a small boy on the lips
i take it to extremes and it seems laughable, almost
she is full-on smooching the small boy.
i just had an explosion of divine poetic justice,
that's what they call the down home rambler
the problem kid who always steps out too late
the solution that always comes out too late
towards what end we'll have to make it wait
i fought the image, and i'm not sure if i had to
or what
was the deal
with that whole ordeal
i was fighting images of sexual deviancy
a demon trying to get at me, to bring me down
after my explosion, that problem
i don't think there's anything very wrong with the image
i don't know though
how far it will go
towards what end we make it so
to bring the cloud and bring the flow
that you can feel, what is to reveal
between different hearts and minds
the construct that bears us apart
that we may be lofty or start;
on that day we'll begin again;
be changed men;
and our spirits restored