Goric Poems | Examples

The Flight

Washed by spitum from the drooping lips
of the dying angel, i recieve the command baton
to war against the dreadful monsters from outer space.
With a bible from Bernadette Soubirous
i whip like Arthur's excalibur,
cutting squirming tails and bursting goric eyes
until i come face to face
with the Republican Guards of East Hell.
I wrestle Hitler with a doze of morphine,
sing Beelzebub  to sleep with a tune
from ancient biblical Ruth
and recieve extra light
from the Eagle Nebulae
to frighten approaching fiends in to their darksome burrows.
They came to retrieve the secret of
the sacred feminine given to Dan Brown
on easter night by angel Micheal.
Now on once raging battle fields stand,
dead demons and rotten evil spirits and the poster
"Beyond the Knowing of Man."
Then i clutch the scrolls from Nag Hammadi
 and the convenant from Damascus
 on a night flight to Zion's Hill.
 Jesus welcomes me in pomp
that words can never craft.
Two years later CNN makes my flight
the new twenty first century scripture.