17 April, 2006

Found Crucifix

14 April, 2006

When The Devil Comes For Me

When the devil comes for me
I twist my head with angel weed
I put on Moondog's Hymn To Peace
I look in the mirror and tell myself to fuck off

I put out water for the cats
I make six or seven lists
I put on Moondog's Hymn To Peace, again, louder
I look in the mirror and say “No, you fuck off”

When the devil comes for me
I pick up my cup and put it back down
I put everything in the house at right angles
I walk in circles like I’m coming on to acid

I splash cold water on my ears
I hear actual angels praying for me
I put everything in the house at right angles
I tell myself I just have to be brave and keep going

When the devil comes for me
I walk to the top of the nearest hill
I fall down in the weeds and scratch symbols in the dirt
I grab a fistful of flowers and walk to your house

I strew your path with blossoms
I carry you across the threshold
I imagine us in Amsterdam
I pretend the cats are fish and I’m a solemn manatee

When the devil comes for me
I strip myself naked
I tie a bow around my penis
I anoint myself with lucent oils

I touch my face with tiny white sponges
I wonder if there is a drug I can take for this
I listen to the blood rushing in my veins
And all I hear is Mozart’s Requiem.

14 April 2006

11 April, 2006

dios bendiga este hogar

It Wasn't God Who Pulled Me From The Water

I.

It wasn’t God who pulled me from the water.
I wanted to say “All there is is love”
But I couldn’t find the words.

My mouth was full of stones
but there were no stones.
I was a dry bone crying in the wilderness.

Why couldn’t I stop crying?
Swept away by the flood
I found myself in another world.

The names of the sacred book swam in my head.
Fill it up. Spill it over.
Fill it up. Spill it over.

One thing was clear.
I had asked for salvation –
and had been saved.


II.

It was like God had pulled me from the water -
I couldn’t catch my breath
I was my breath – I was the clear light.

My bell rang
like a ring of bone
in a high stone tower.

Someone said “Heaven on Earth”
and my heart flowed golden honey.
Why couldn’t I stop crying?

I was plucked from the vine
And eaten grape by grape…
Someone said “All there is is love”

Everyone’s mouth was open
And everyone seemed to be astonished -
Fucking Lazarus, man, back from the dead.


4-6 April 2006

Through The Door In The Egg Of The House Of Love

I saw the ninety-two sources and one light
The bridge of reconciliation
The stairs of indecision and the impossible door

The house of sleep with the key of dreams
I saw the little house of peace
And the egg of the tree of life

An axe with the body of a woman
A woman with the head of a horse
A horse with the face of ecstasy

What could I do but wonder?
What could I do but weep?
The hand of the maker everywhere


1 April 2006

Balance

I need to balance
Better so I can reach out
Without falling down

1 April 2006

Ukulele

The Ukulele Song

Everything will be better
When I get my ukulele
When I get my ukulele
I’ll be happy all the time

I will meet my mother and father
When I get my ukulele
I will see my sister and brother
I will sanctify my soul

No more trials and tribulations
When I get my ukulele
Goodbye gloom and goodbye sorrows
Only sunny skies ahead

So goodbye Frosty Morning Blues
I’m putting on my walking shoes
I’ll be glad to stop and say so long
To sad and lonely times

Everything will be better
When I get my ukulele
When I get my ukulele
I’ll be happy all the time


9 March 2006