I pushed aside the sutras
even though I am their baby
A layer
of kindly guardians
warm milk
a pool for me to bathe in
– they have their dream
to work through
and I fell, axed
up – pieces strung with nylon thread
They have never helped, not me
– diffused me, perhaps
until I let what I held of you go
– you were here
until the testament was broken
So much is unresolved
and it is that which sits
that which lives with me
If I have scripture then that is what it is
– not good reading
~ ~ ~
Hangover
I found this 4½ ton iron bell in a back alley
and got this mate of mine with a truck
to cart it to my garden where it hangs now
and tolls out a warning every time there's a strong wind
like a Nosferatu movie, Symphonie des Grauens,
bloody chin, you know the score, I'm sure,
so just leave me alone, OK?
– there's sweeter meat out there
and you'll enjoy that they don't know what you're like
for now