There is a God crying from within,

exalting a jubilant soul.

Know that I am devoured.

See the end through me

as I am the deliverer,

your angel of flesh.

The festival of your passing

from the halls of this world

lie in the maggots and decay

dancing in my labyrinthine intestines.

I did not kill you my child, but know

your death is still my

reward. Your death is

valuable to me and I

celebrate your fallen

form as a feast for

my body and soul.

We angels descend from

the heavens to feast upon you.

I am devoured in

devouring your stench,

and devoured in devouring

the putrid image that

stagnates in your corpse.

I am an angel of Satan

and a servant of God .

See me dance in the sacred

places of the funeral pyres.

See me bathe in the white

ash of crumbled bones;

ribs turned out from the sparse torso

shin bones remain of supple legs

collar bones remind of the absent

shoulders. I drank from that most

curious bowl that is the broken

skull, former dwelling place of

the frivolous intellect.

It would be easy

to go quietly into

the hands of an inviting

God that once was mine

and could be mine again, but I feel

it holds more wonder to

wait for hell fire than

drink from a foreign glass.

I rather my God punish me

than dream up a deceiving joy

that I embrace without fear. Let me

anticipate the roaring flames

and noxious fumes from

seared flesh and crack bone,

not that it should offer solace,

but to feel the cruelty of

the porcupine quill reminds

me that if my father punished

me for my wrongs, surely God

must do the same. In either

circumstance, love was the inspiration

so I am soothed in my troubles

by that lone fact. 

Lay down at the mouth of the Mississippi

for a baptismal burial of stony hymns

lingering on juicy acrid lips

known to the sinful wanderers

and beloved faithful 

blame no one for the devil loving humanity too strongly, merely
                                                                    spare the intricate parts living out their clockwork repetitions,
their equally meaning filled, meaning void contributions. 

Instead spill the watery wisdom from human roots, with sounding off little broken spells of birth, consciousness, despair, and death

waiting with the tongues of unzipped mouths,

A burst of anger

sex and fire

cruel creation

in desire

odious excursions into apocalyptic mindsets, avoided as much as desired,

2000

2000

2000

2000

2012

2012

2012

2012

and money anxieties, money problems, money glorification, money robbed, and banks and houses emptied as sacrifice to dying Americas of dreamed inheritance, never really fulfilled, but dreamed always on the backs of its awakening children, sistren, brethren, and the like 

Elemental lights (Inspiration, smoked and fleeting)

swim out of the orchidaceous lobes

housed in Buddha's bowl of prayers

mirroring blessed serpents who still offer supplication from earth, sea, sands

on dragged bellies,

these sad legless children.

God loved them in their first forms in the great garden then hated them. God robbed them blind down their descendants and quickly after forgot to restore them, even though their ancestral crime was bred in possession by the willful Jinn. Still they are tormented, still they crawl intensely

like ecstasy is their miracle to disseminate with abandoned skins and somatic immortality remains only in retribution

Write all the words, and say them

because we do not read them.

We watch the words, but we do not

read them. We, I, They dance through

the language bequeath by mother,

father, elders and long

dead scripts. We, I, They

empower language with

our smoky rhythms

and watery grace,

brought up from the

riverbanks of our baptism.

We, I, They exchange

wealth for a cataclysmic

brotherhood, like mushroom

clouds passing through

song filled deserts 

I want lips that are soft.

Lips softer than my own

—soft, warm, and ever

more graceful.

Graceful and ever

more sweet, lips

that are half pressed—

petals closing together,

but not completely pressed,

dressed with a smooth

thin moisture