Shackled with Candy to a Bladeless Plough

A frenzied slapping sound
The hagfish at my door
Holy bells ringing out
They’re cashing up the stores
A black horse in the sky
Of screaming winding hair
A plague burns down my house
The embers ash the air
And all my howls of sin
Echo in my begging bowl
Lapped at by hungry bombs
Staggering like newborn foals
Walked by a wax-faced man
Patting me on the head
«And there’s a good boy, now
It’s either us or them»
I hath becometh death
Re-re-reblogger of worlds
A martyr waving his own piked head
With its tongue unfurled
Upon this groov’d shell
The shallac needle sings
Infrared nimbuses
Halo mine weeping rings
I disown gravity
All books art twigs in snow
There is nothing above
But far too much below
And when you mind your mouth
That’s when you take the piss
I know I ask too much
There must be less than this
I explain to the fool
Staring up into the sky
The refraction of light
Through rain that tricks the eye
But he just stood there, dumb
Too stupid to understand
And raised his eyes and wept
Smiling up with trembling hands
The gilded lunatics
The weekend psychopaths
The pious heretics
The wikipolymaths
And as I tread my shit
Through the hallways of the home
I plough a ditch for it
The scraping groove of my millstone
Fill my pockets with rocks
My daydreams full of God
I tread the silt staircase
Down to the temple mount
Golgotha gleams below
Eddying galaxies
Lo, golden supernovas
Cascade through autumn leaves
Lo, my spine art my cross
I’m the dysangelist
And when they spear my side
Flow vinegar, flow piss
The bells started pealing bile
The roof of Hell grows cold
Too long on borrowed time
Schlepping a borrowed soul
Beneath my vestments
A second stirring in my chest
My pectorals soften
Start swelling into breasts
My womb a-moans with teeth
Ovaries are blinking eyes
A tearing paper sound
As petals trickle down my thighs
And lo, I calve myself
Hagfish lick the tegument
The dawn sings like a moth
The fossils bow their heads
And the bacillus choir
Strikes up the dormant refrain:
«God hath returned to us
We hath risen again»
I’ll walk this blistered earth
Picking diamonds from my teeth
I art foolosopher
Fides Carbonar’ri
And blessed are the cursed
And cursed are the blessed
Clots of this crown of earth
Salting Eden in my steps
«Who are these stinking beasts
Yoked to their bladeless plough?
Why do they soil mine air
With howling from such stinking mouths?
Why do they roll their rocks?
Why do they gnash their teeth?
Why do their stomachs bloat
When there’s so many flowers to eat?»
Yea!
I pluck bare mine wings to stuff mine own slothful pillow
Yea!
Mine head floats from mine neck seeking heaven
As I stand upon mine own halo
Yea!
The universe is the omphalos: it is the meat and bone —
I am the space
The great outdoors
The pocket of infinity
Yea!
I am the nightmares of stars:
An anxious squirt from the kidneys of the universe
Yea!
Hell is the searing pain of a needle in the eye of nothingness:
Impulses bloom into nerves
Roiling and writhing limbs
Seventy-two years long, and completely unnecessary
Yea!
Deliver us from comfort
For thine is the cloudburst
The plankton and the chlorophyl
Forever and never
Amen