CORPUS CHRISTI

Our father
makes art in heaven

we watch him

we listen hollow

these lessons in emotions
and feel his mouth 
but not his skin

It is his feet we notice

when it is dark, 

leather boots; 

green yellow laces

colour warnings
like brooding vipers
unlaced, grim cakes

his tapping toe
metering out the good
book's wordplay

He makes us his joy —

our gaze to kingdom

come, 
our bodies done

we bathe in his face

his starch collar, hair

and air, "just so just so"
Abraham minces on
mountains, Goliath 
winks to little Davey
all these tales,
antics of the playground

"We're all god's children" 

Sad that what we remember most

is our journey down his trouser leg 

I AM FILTH, DOGGED BY WIND

I am filth, dogged by wind 

grey-baked in the noon sun.

An eagle lands on my head, 
lays out its tray of bones, gristle

and feather, peddling wares
to her ridiculously ugly brood,
one more reason I'll never have kids.

Lichen rashes across my lip
bursting its itchy polyps 

stabs of rain pock my cheeks

acres of acne on this table face

My arse-crack grows a thick black mould
sandwort fingers my belly-button

I grow into ruin but what graceful age came before?

Millennia are the stones dribbling from my nose
Despite constantly losing my teeth,
I vividly recall my first period 

Where once my heart, now grows a cave

my insides undone, visited 
by a dose of clapping bats,
filling my insides with shit. 
Despairingly I cry my stalactites
Why can't I swallow myself?

Under the sun, my mica top

shines like one good eye.
Those whispering nights
when it rains, I grow mad 

with all the galaxies above

REPOSSESSION

Coleridge lay out all the best crockery

to play the demon host

Wanting himself to be in possession

Of something greater than himself

But nobody came, so he smouldered:

"Am I to always be haunted

by this lack of ghost?"

ROAD

Earth ridden by man

Ontop black fossil 

Baked igneous bitumen 

Whatever walks on road 

Cooks and becomes black

Sediment for more road

 Like a new song

On old vinyl

We play it again again again 

DECEMBER SONG

The green rain of the silver birch

Blonding in the autumn sun 

grass carpeted in flakes of gold

Cormorant black black in the Lake 

MABOY

Worship the hunt I do
doe-eyed  

the air alive with dog

shit and grunt

oooo maboy ooo maboy

Send out the horses

papa send out the horses

steaming in the cold air

shuddering impatient,
eye spinning in its socket,

the prospect too much to bear

Stock stump locked in shoulder

cold metal black licks ear

heart racing like our quarry

teeth are pellets chattering
in my black chamber
I fasten my lips tight in grin

Huffy breath, whispering

Tear out your fluff throat

my own teeth if the dogs

don't get you first, please

don't make it easier on yourself

make it worse

If you did not want to die

why do you not evolve 

get clever little fool
here's the bullet to speed
expedite the process

bullet the bullying soul

bullet the bastards 

And crack! and crack!

Now I really have my fun 

Pelted with rain on we go

Raining with pelts on we go

I sink my face in foxfur 

Sink my teeth in its hurr hurr hurr

ooo maboy