radical narrative

poetry and liturgy

the diagnosis calls for
the liturgy
of my poetry …
a lucid scriptorium
of transistor radios …

with parables making a comeback
with vinyl metaphors and radically
constructed
meta-narratives

blazing
through
the coliseum of subterranean philosophies …

OMG
how i
continue
to think my mathematical
poetry slips in and out of
a multitude of
redemptive confessions … that i simply

toss out
at those
whose souls have become undone.

intense energy
intense sorcery …

this
is a
delicate cherry picking moment of hubris
& sometimes the rain rinses my thoughts …

how strange
must the punctuation
of my poetry be to look
like a rubik’s cube in heat …

all i do
is dilly dally with the moon when she’s ovulating -
this makes my poetry harmonically molecular -

like
lego pieces
all colour co-ordinated -

some call it poetry
others call it liturgical …