Here… is absence of stained glass, glistening crosses, eternal sacrifice,
No candles to reflect into, wine nor wafer passed, ornate altars, inspiring Psalms… All in distant cathedral.
Naked truths speak to this heart.. embraced within whispering green forests, within sacred dark soil adhering to my bare soul. This arbor canopy… my embracing Father… Sweet nurturing creek … my bathing Mother. Sacred ripe air from Gods breath… scented of pine and oak … My daily Sabbath…my Communion.
From farthest East, or more precise The forests vast on India’s breast, Rose hymns of wisdom that never dies, The words of knowledge, forever best. Those hymns were born from wisest hearts, As throats would trill in sombre shades; They
In lunatic scape of fringed labellum the creeping malignancy was advancing. i missed a rendezvous with moon when you had brought a blue kiss from abducted lips; again I become a sisypus lifting the rock off your comets of round
Deep down thighs, unhoisted, what was there, harvesting the sperms? At dusk an inflorescence breaks into myriads of fireworks, wrecked apologia, interned unlikeness, insanity, kissing the goldenrod to start the flow of bare grief. I deserve no nobility, my moonscape
Crock-sockers, We ate ’em all Serve no good, Other than to chew the fat, To bake away the day Motivations like that should be cancelled, As most are being paid for productivity, Not only to wear khakis and a crooked