Finding God in the Zen mechanics of Nature

A tangle of bramble tendrils

ensnaring cheap cotton jeans

wrapping prickly jagged arms of love

dragging me in

into the jam and the cream, 

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A brush of Winter

upon my cheek

the hiss of wolf blood freezing

deafening ears

and blinding prey to the mastery of time

Chronocide is dead

decided Einstein's H - bomb minds

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an elephant 

groped, blind in 5 separate rooms ;

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a thousand muscled tongue

thick and alive

anaconda     grey     dexterous 

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the solid mountain flank that flexes

brittle hair, like broken hurricane trees

scattering the horizon

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a huge moon disc of slate   ear    batwing

thin, capillaries seeking oxygen,

hearing the world crashing

through trees

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the spine, a rigid snow - capped peak

Hannibal remembered, unforgotten still 

in memories long gone, - generational,

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and those poor sad scientist fools

trying to masturbate a huge alien c**k

in the dark

the c**k of god

the answer is near

is coming soon, soon,

get the wellingtons and umbrellas out

in anticipation of revelation,

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the coarse gorse invites me in,

root tea and stem cell deserts

tugging reality into something

wonderful and sublime / unconfirmed

like statues in space

chiselling the  spirit from

 moon stone

        comet cloud 

Sirius spirit of old

whirling galaxies fine sanding in friction

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the intricate twist and bended art

of this simple bleed,,,,     , bad seed     fruit weed     lost need

touches something elemental

in me

and finally, I see behind the silken leaves

              and golden vines, 

the left behinds,                the divine, ,

purple juices trickle down my chin

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(( the true colour of the godhead blood )

Reviews

[barleygirl]

I love your irreverent way of turning over every rock, no matter how ugly some may find what's underneath. I'm jealous of how your mind can access such wildly divergent image streams, drawing from such contrasting aspects of life, but then having it all come together as if it belongs together. You have this uncanny way of presenting the good, the bad, & the ugly with a lively biting irony that makes it almost seem like fun instead of the tragic scenes you word-paint! (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie