1.
A avalanche of thoughts
Launched me into an emotional crevasse
I abandoned the flea-swept countryside
For the incunabula of urban life
A spell of longevity
Between death scenes
The Lambent Castle
The ear-built arch
Simple Music
I thought the earth itself
Blake's caverns were flesh
Like Urizen, like Adam
Like the Ancient of Days
Engravings of bulbous intestines
In biological encyclopedias
Pendulum over the children's pillow
Heads walk past bowed to consensus
2.
William Blake saw the boy manacled to a log
And would not abide it
His cinematic press was rolling nearby
Hercules House
A song of Los the Celtic Poetics
Of the technicolor grave
Angels and spirits crowd into every now
Every room in Newton's facade
Satan scrapes the sky
Nature outside a projection of Nature within
The dungeon is a furnace for the comfort
Of those who live in the mansion above
Those who suffer poverty enhance
The satisfaction due success
3.
The Sneerer
Spead venom that Blake was mad
The stool-face stool-pigeon
The Android Boron smears to tattlers
Who read aloud to empty rooms
Complex Machiavelli of cloak and dagger
The sun wagered the wind which could compel
the Wayfarer to remove his cloak
Boron the dagger held
To one's posterior position
Those who lack holiness stop at nothing
Stop at Nothingness
They thought they were big fish
Whereupon the pond dried away
gasping piranha flapping tails
To eject the weaker fish of perception
No one's left alive alive-o
Who will buy my poems to eat?
Tricks ain't walkin' no more
Umber of the somber endowment
3.
Beings are trajectories
of the Eternal
All movements are still there
Frozen geysers on Saturnian moons
Some arc toward the dark
Some steer toward a molten pool
Of Light
4.
The hermaphrodite priest
Spirits amble through
the kitchen bedroom
The Ghost of a Flea
Climbs the stairs
The Ancient of Days
Like a fan-light over
An expanded doorway
The Ancients have come by
To kiss your bell rope
An iconography of demonology
The internal Pantheon
Fearful and wrathful personae
Limned in dream books
Made of Copper sheets
Songs of reason and unreason
There are no sins
But the lack
Of forgiveness
Of sin
January 2016
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