| Guy Perkins USA Worship We who scourged you, who forced our wastes on your image, bang hard the liturgical gate — Please the sacred damp relic, breasts filled with hallowed genitalic balance, enough for stilled crosses, light without light. sanctus and spiritus We scathe our dumb skin for rapture of you, lend spacious stems and blooms, kempt aromas... in nomine Patris ... before excellent brute propulsion crash kindling-soaked importuning: sellers, buyers takers who would mystify your giving horror, disfigure filling prayers to have you wet as dripping sea. We sacrifice children to expect a woman. Our blood is ginger dust and abomination. Kyrie eleison, Kyrie eleison Gouge sustenance in weak flesh backs. Welcome this house to the arms of G-d that wholly remakes a taken wisp. Take our guilt. Take it to the end void that washes supple forms. amen amen Wind Wham! It unweights the body. It does, collecting superfluous materials. Rush again, my dead arms in the air. Blow through thick wet flesh. Go ahead with fortune or sense, and bring a job or friend's conversation, but most of all, blow. Ah! Snow fed waters: a New Mexican Hopi perhaps foreseeing Kachina, exhaust from Denver, hawks, campfire, Yucca cleaned for drinking. The western hemisphere shares promised joy and lies one and all with me. Where else can madness and unmade riches make choices? Stand and take it freely, pant legs and hair, until you feel the dog look precisely into your eyes with: play, out. © Copyright, 2000, Guy
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