GRACE
by grace of
was saying grace straight
forty days
and forty nights
had to survive the flood
by surfing on my plate
could have
said it as
an epigram
spoken it
as haiku
no
saving grace
as every unsavoury creature
made its way to gorge its
greedy seven-
deadly self
turning our feast
into a mockery
as
bone-headed
as it
graceless gets
and raw
a ritual rhapsody
AS IT SO HAPPENS
as it so happens
the Church and State
are both
outraged
the Sun and Moon
have begun to
tango begun
to samba
and some devil drunk
on tequila
is in the vestry
demanding communion
damanding absolution
quoting from a mash-up
of Neruda’s sublime Cantos
and visionary
holy books
and all are aghast
having booked their places
these
sons and daughters
not a tatter between them
no missing thread
and thus
in assued completeness
remain well aware
that devil on tequila becomes
devil in tequila becomes
democratic
host of devils that
bring decorum down
become god of thd people
hacked to pieces and
resurrected
become
the bones
of the philosophers doomed
until the end
of argument
to host
perpetual return
ABOVE
am so low
on devil energy
so low
on toxic masculinity
the serpent in me
low on hard
muscular power
the shattered lives of
those I loved
and left
envenomed, possessed
by my seed
left by the wayside
watching from the roadside
as I four by four
steamroller ahead
trucking my pilgrimage
to my date with destiny
no one more
sure of
his role in this world
place in Heaven, my
paradise above
poems 2 die for