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!