Heaven or the nettle patch?
All clipped wings and broken skin,
No brimstone here, just toxic earth
And ace-of-spade leaves, glistening with
Destructive intentions and half-dead
Left to decay.
Angel-carcasses, the living dead
This nightmare ring
Is digging up my skeleton.
Tribute on a spinal cord
Collapsing columns, worthless things
Falling in a timelapse
Of what you meant to do and say.
But we all know you're after me.
Halo frays like a horsehair bracelet.
Damning prayers , redeeming curses
Fly from your hot crimson mouth.
My own white lips twist in manic emotion
And accomodate the shotgun barrel.
Swastikas and asterix form a
Spiked heretic's crown.
They pray in the ashes while I play in the rain-
fall of bullets, steadily spitting machine-gun fire.
"Don't play on the highway, my girl."
Petrol, collapsing lungs, mild
Solvent abuse and rose-fire skies.
Sparkles in my scrap-metal
Roads writhe, slick-black serpents,
Glory or death?
Purgatory phase, the Lord's name is Yamaha.
Torn away, ripped muscle tissue,
Wings feed the fire
In your head.
Your word becomes my bible,
Gilt-edged obscenities filed away
Your burning cross will still smoulder upon my spine
When we get to heaven...