"SOUL-MONEY"
Let
the whole creation get down
Under
the dome of vission
Listening
to Mississippi Blues
from
a sky horn
With
my baby's razor
At
my throat
In
the cage of the cruel
Dirt
Blood Williams.
In
front of the light of nature
Sins
of the passion seer
Saw
the vission omen
Stood
up crates hee-haw children
Babies
squirming
The
old ones and
The
fire from their faces
The
imagery should equal glumen.
Purgatory
and Hell
We
will meet his gentility
Eyesight
of the life
Judge
Of
the CRUEL STORY
Of
ground blood
Of
each foul
And
UNHOLY BEHAVIOUR.
On
THE SHORE you have put.
Crying
sparkings
Again,
in Death
At
larva
And
has praised God.
Mountain
teases Byzantine
Assessment-party
Prayer
for the dead.
Trucking
the mothers
Of
Saint Perpetua
Refused
Over
an angel
Your
nipper brother Dino
On
the Western Wall
Unprotected
eyes
Of
it's evil act
Orcello
Isle
Graceful
act and alloy
Mosaic
for the air
Into
your mine or ditch
GLOSS,
smells of HAIR-NECKS
In
a DISORDER
And
cool fruit, y'all
Before
the light in the dark
Soul
Money
Right
with light
Like
piss and perpune
Fire
ran to spirit shrinking
Said
"I Am Fire"
Burn
everything
"Rattle
life, burn it" said the larva
It
all stinks.
©1999, Michael Zugin