The invisible church
Born into your mouth
Dreams purr into your cundom
From your horizon of grace and bolts
And heard the water breach in Cox
Your children are my children
I and you sourced them
And soared up to the streams and quit
Thus I misspelt all
The saids—heard just swirls kill tuned
Funnelled and bred the dark night
He hummed to me and ergo ego
The voice in voice and void
If I hinted "his is the fog"
Would you swim drinking mist and agree
With me that "oh how divine to sink
Or swim dreaming of him and Al and
La belle époque splashing twins and the..."
And the Gospel—live and die
4 last things whilst the train chuckles along
Hymning your traced seed?
Shall we—can we—execute?
I heard lists of houses, creeks, small fishes
With Judah banners—there was something
Dead in the jigsaw
Well jagged you sped into the twilit
Plucked thistles kissed cowslip
Drinks hosted to the goddess Shirley
Frater—what is the state of ghosts?
The sex of stars?
In the frame of the lashed face
Under the turretted galaxy
On that boat I smelt of horsies
And whistled the death plumb disco
Anger and stupid arise
In my moon garden
Pulled straps on my lips
And read Acts VII: 48 read
Romans II: 2 read
Romans II: 23 read
Romans too II: 29 and
Approach the gentle core of the sealed
And the master of the moonsmile
It is all Greek to see and Spell
And count drinking the letters
Crowned with bars and nails

Those flowers grew