Hear me, O God

 Pasture me into a cowland glory digestive tract seance of goop

Genes are riding free on bodies into DNA sperm

and I am here trying to make sense of God

Pleasure me into the stench of plastic pansies bent at funeral parlors

for forgotten Gods

Mean and scathing like dog breath growling

in my heart's junk 

yard

Make me a martyr bake me a cake

make me a mixed media rake

come on top of me with all your dead leaves 

it's Spring time and the butterfly kneels

in front of the altar of renewal

and my heart lifts up in song

all these broken pipes

and psalms of rust

Hear me, O God!