Tears
In my corner of this garden, where I am eating fruit
The taste wanders through the buds, that are my tongue
And
Sings tongues
In chorus harm-on-y
Asif, pandering
To a woven pattern
Of potted streams
The fullll holeness
Of the whole of earths sweet garden
Arcs through my consciousness
As I resist, falling
In love
With mythology
Press the button
On the moons heat
Cause the environmental
Sinning
Forget, tomorrow
Am too hungry to starve again
At your hand
A rusted theology
Still dominating her
While He sinks his seed
Into the teeth, and gums,
Body, brain, impossible
Discipline, to make her potent
That beats her, so hard
The rivers weep
Spewing, plastic containerships
Instead of children
Your *****, o God, like a trident missile
Employing our people
And blinding them
To our children’s, broken bodies
And our peer groups, suppurating heart
Aaah, the body of the lord jesus,
Septic wounds, when you sed,
‘I came to divide one from another
That the Babylon women must weep’
And to prophesy, civil war, globe wide
Forever.
Argue with me y don’t you. Fill me with more of your
Psychologically misguided ‘Bigger than me’ heal me, o. heal me. With sum more
of your Word made serotonim. destroy m-y faith.in- man. I open my soul to your
pregnant loving. O. seed.grafted..theo.
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