estuary

Estuary
2-17-16

To you, my God, I lift up my soul
And to simply enjoy it will be my wide awake dream
And fast asleep goal
For Liverpool in Mercyside
Come our estuary of joy and pride
Another fix is imperative
Some days take less
But most days take more
O, Lord God bless even my whore
Taking Gomer to wife and praying for war
Our lower course of such a river
Where we don't know what it's for
Where the current meets the seaside
Arm and inlet for the B-side for God
And maudlin sentimentality
Blood and gore
So it is as it is....





On Isaiah 58:7
2-17-16

So I go about your altar
So I scowl, rout and falter
Him shall He teach in the Way he chooses
As so he wins the moment that he loses
Gooey and viscid emotionally effusive
I bulldoze and reshape my golden crown
In the furnace heated seven more times
To coerce thou be like a watered garden
In whose soul there is pardon
Breaking out my ninety-two archives
To make sense of what I said about it
O, draw out thy soul to hunger
And teach me how to sing
O, is it not to real bread to the hungry!
I shall not slip
He shall hide me....