In the church the wood-boned orphan — soul minister becomes Christ
fate; he fashions no wings of dream-bone, papal claws
which sermons gorge crucifixion visions.
In the rag born streets of headless doctrine & ewenich
commandment, star spread far & dumb, who dares to draw my
death across rotting skull already filling with worms under
rubble satori?
In the basement, new worship at white thighs, garden love under smoke
blaze halos, news of car bombings Al Jazera bonsai sneak
prostration stabbings of Ghost & Vishnu before heavy
BOOOOOOOOOOM!
Mosque swallowed in inferno mortuary —
Cain cannibalizes on funeral elephant processions wearing
umbilical Kali Ma shawl denouncing the visions of his wombed
fetuses to be spectre magicians inviting God,
Itself impregnate Abel with sweet pearl truth.
In the swamp, Kali re-emerges cold-witherings sweating His pubescent
curly-haired sloth-skeleton rowing valley cosmic bones to long
cool exhalation glum star breaths pressed into lotus, bleeding from
genitals.
Kerry, drear vested before podium & man, Boston set afire on the
teradactl oceans, Bush lobbbying short-armed AIDS bombs, gone
away for Berea roll sleeves flip out patterns Dennis Northcutt
morning grunt black-arsenal walk through
In the shelters, medicine men swap cigarettes for burlesque girl
poker decks emptying membrane clay gods into garage cans
licking their hands of immortality Gandhi-eyed-guerilla-terrorist-
angels pull wool blankets over ahimsa lock-box, biting through
tongue & lip
Maple rage orange-jump-suited bodies of truck-drivers civilian reformers
American
swinging hammer unfurled before black-bed-sheet-eyes the Voice
coming from veil careless caller’s sought indemnity what
treacheries accrued with demons closed —
Rifle-insurgents plop Lotus-Land-calm-faced-sawed-off-heads on
shoulder blades screaming ALLAH IS GREAT, GOD IS
GREAT/ALLAH IS GREAT, GOD IS GREAT
Iraq police doth sign for yr shining puma in diamond night,
airmailed, taped up amongst Golgothic sacs of boxed rice,
bananas & soy while Muhammad’s baby-teeths call
for American Sow to be flung in the mandharva moonshine &
shredded with Ovid’s anthrax-tipped arrows reciting Rumi;
thinking hollow-barreled threat diggings upon snowy-temple
In the meditation hall, yr sirens are starved & estranged eating each other
for silence, black & white television rolling over turbine of filtered
eminent ghost-meat.
In the dying shadow late Sunday gleam, suburban diesel mothers drop off
tee-ball tricksters for cold soda & butane grilled flesh.
teen-agers mirthed in bad girl swapping huddles on boys,
brick movie palace sleeping on neon shows, black-eyed
audiences no escape celluloid dream.
I slip back in my fate-bones weakened by useless warding off of Death &
Her Dominion
This world is Her abiding place
Queen Bullet Brain, I light a cigarette/break bread with the howls of
hungers/eating my mind.
Paul Skyrm