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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.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2006




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