CLEANSING THE TEMPLES
Subterfuge of incense
A night eye blinded
Increasing the gold
In head and heart
I stand before the
Ransom sold
Love a kick in the heart
In an old redundant soul.
Whipping this body into
Shape, I see God in the surf
Of leather and lace,
The brilliant hues of
TV women, comforting flesh.
Breakfast for you is always
Sperm, quivering eggs.
And love is a kick in the heart
And love is a massage in
An old redundant soul
Where new life takes hold.
ARISE
Look up -
In the morning
Let your eye and mind wander
Admire the great unselfish sun
Blazing its open wound
Of Christ-like dark tattoos
And tears like drops of fire
That populate the ring of Earth
ALL THE BIBLES WE HAVE PRINTED...
The promise resonates;
One good word is enough
A template of love
You offer up my sex like a flower
Your fingers speak - your
Fingers smudge
We were meant
To read chapters
When we blink,
See the night-sky
As a carnival
All the lights we have printed
We see them as possessions -
Not compassion or love
Burn the books
Move to the house of the heart
Empty, forgotten -
Open every pane of glass,
Throw out your warmth and love.
26/10/07 @ 10:45