faith song

bedlam!!! which way is heaven
which way for Marx
we shine for our emblem
we consume food and swallow our throats
trumpet sending sounding out my madness
which mannequin remarks
laying naked in the dark
which uterus fluid brew
creates in hate this spinal sperm swine flu
every udder being milked
every dissonance seeps through
every stem is functioning
erotically in my garden

volcanically erupting disrupting
darwins cycle where molecules
lay bleeding in the fractal regions
that blackened heathen rage
that fantasy dust we snort
of better or worse report

every lump within my milk
at the mission house
every hone heke path
strums and hums for lenin
revoloution breaking
may our chains be frosted
may our grips be grippened
may the ships come in
may the pleasure ripen
plumbs and relationships
to siphon through hazard
oranges pears and strip it
in heat to rid them of their meat

I invented words as I receive I then do give them
coming to my head by some demon driven
by some source of gravity some apple fallen
some sleeping newton waking up
being grasped by deaths quickened gaze as it pass
take the apple as a bar in everything connected do I see
every wise man on each other's shoulders
some kind of babel however I linguistic driven rhythmically
gravity i take to be some radical whose white hair thickens with age
i see myself in blake though with higher racial stakes and denser DNA
every man
be it a women
is infinite
you saw it written
in rebellion to newtons snark as some versicle satirical written by a bard on some old scots barndoor
you feel life give out and sell yourself to the rhythm
like yeats, we meditate in towers waiting for our avengers
within a pandemic, we panic and are never turning
to dust as books are withheld and never ridden
so am I plagued by my shadow
and think no better of him!!!