Partialling the Truth

Listen here! I am hurting up all over Lying here undiscovered Papparazzi cumulus are jostling in my street God is taking photos of the remnants of His sheep Climbing footholds and gripping on the rungs Heaving and panting I'm a-aching in my lungs Ascend this twisted ladder of my helix I'm not the father of this mutant DNA Help me Hiroshima,make it go away Panties on the washline hip-hopping in the air Headbanging jackets dancing with no hair I tried to speak , stutter, spitting out the truth Joy the dormant factor in my spittle and my sperm Followed you through crooked mile Tracked you through the non-return Nowhere to go now, just following my feet Like an unpaid hooker walking on her beat Oh, my bedside lamp begs the question mark I do not want to hear Sprinkled in baptism Ah! Salvation ...hanging in the air -the petrichor of rain