I swear this life isn't worth it
as I lock on to my targets
I shoot robustly
unhumbly tarnishing
all ties and bridges
from scratch
These hands built
They hate work
They rapidly fire
every employer
for every bruise
Inflicted
then it clicked
wanted for innocence
a dream of making a killing
The unheavenly seeks depth
In solitude
bodies flop  
buildings drop
They all fall
before me
one by one
As I reform these fingers
the larger one stands alone
rebirth these hands of glory
for I am a man of stone

...is some minding swoop of your brow,
mimicking in your doleful eyes,
some ember fled to soot-drunken clouds
of mumbling mothers abandoned from cradles above.

Distillation, did her husband remember,
like banquets of poor bread that suffered in baskets,
no tender fish to oil the hair or curse the breath.

The casket feigned bitter chocolate,
hallucination the refuge of finger bones replacing ribs,
and what priest would sneer beneath his cloak,
as he turned away to cough and sympathize under unheavenly wings?

Woman, woman, you've cut my pie all wrong.
The piece goes like that, obtuse and feared,
and your tongue at my knees when days do retire--

her melody's a ***** shriek,
pawing through the birthplace of sea glass
and sharp bruises of scents through her palms,
where perhaps one lingers thirty years too long,

taking one year of fetal distraction.

✡  ✞ ✡  ✞ ✡  ✞ ✡

Never been a sinner – I never sinned 
I got a friend in Jesus
So you know that when I die
He’s gonna set me up with the spirit in the sky…

                                 Norman Greenbaum



Judah’s gelt in fuzz guitar
cymbals cling

Spirits rise as souls descend—
hippie ears ring

Babylon’s theft: the temple bereft
earthly vessels

****** apostles; Jesus people
(Jacob wrestles)

High theology, low symbology
dealer slang

Green the budding branch, the buzz
symbols clang

Sixty-nine/seventy: youth unheavenly
overjoyed

False revival. In survival
shines the void.

I'd be lying
To telleth thee...
I'd be quote
(Happy)
Watching the fourth of July fireworks by mineself....
Though tis a blessing
With family next to thou...
( wanting ourn lover) next to us yet noone there....
Is a hard bullet to bite....
As I'm dreading  those powerful sounds tommorrow,
As I'm dreading seeing heavenly lights,
With such in unheavenly loneliness...

As so many think the fourth is a day to celebrate freedom..
I think more a day for hopeless romantic's to feeleth
Their pain splurge into an artistic lightshow platform...

why would you argue the non-existence of
a deity, while still argue for
the academic study of an, extension
of a deity with: psychology?
         why is philosophy so sinister?
it's the question worth asking:
        why isn't it?
          these people are artful in making
automatons...
                     the argument for the non-
existence of god rightly follows that
that carstesian mind-body dualism
collapses, hence the trinity of
mind-body-soul arrives / agitates
the "status quo"...
               with god the coordinate centre
statement and with the soul being the
out-branching narrative,
  the questions resides with the people
who ask the correct questions,
i.e.: who the **** are you?!
                   the point being,
i simply abhor kiddy  fiddlers...
  but what i hate even more is cult-fetishists...
**** me, those perverts are mind-blowing...
it's like you almost want to roast
a bull numbing a cow in a slaughterhouse...
    drooling blood and
spell-checking intestines..
that sort of marine hard-on you might hear
when  investigating an iraqi ******* of
the most vile crime-scene: *******...
              *******,
i have about as much ammo to give a
**** about, as you have breaths, or your own,
god-forsaken-life.
            there are some things i' ve
seen in the real world, that i never,
want to, see, ever, again!
               no!
                   to argue the non-existence
of a god, is to subsequently argue for
the non-existent "necessity" or the "logical"
study of the existence of "god",
i.e. a, "soul"...
                             why make the
"non-existence of" tantamount to disciple,
a rigorous study of, a schooling in,
when the soul: an extension of god,
is deemed... non-existent?!
                       i understand discipline,
prior to university we understood discipline,
its only upon entry to university that
we learned smear, *******, and double creme
*******...
                as any young will attest
to i n england: by 16 i should have been
learning a trade,
  by 18 i should have been earning one,
by trade chosen...
    i was clearly ***** whipped...
   by 18 i was still learning,
by 21 i was leveraged as being male:
ergo? i was not supposed to learn anything...
at 21 i was a homeless ***...
     **** me... does it really matter how much
***** you get?
              in a narrative sense of
darwinism: should it ever matter,
mattering, being, besides the point?
likewise: the: don't think so.
  apathy is our strength,
only the collectivised known, perhaps.
heaven is no hell,
  since hell is best known by: gradations;
how grandiose that each in hell:
be given a special allocation,
while in heaven:
multitude in a congregation,
with by the one gradation disparity
of, a: god.
                                
of all places: heaven seems the rather
insidious, boorish,
   eventfully hellish, yet so
unheavenly, a crispness without a,
crunch...
               sullen, barren,
           a perpetuated reward,
with an eternity of:
                       purgatory's propaganda.