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the menu from Eden
the first diet
of Genesis
is vegan
and so I’ve returned
to God’s meal
Eve shaped
the first heart
I pray
and the bells of the Cathedral
within me ring
perhaps
the angels hear
Candle In The Wind
or Darling
Be Home Soon
said to Buddha
‘to know anything at all
you need to go with out
you obviously didn’t’
Buddha
was obese
another
salesman
I play Springsteen
like some folk
read a Bible
looking for poems
it’s like looking
for love
I look out a window
to watch God
do you do that
too hon?
made a shelf today
from pallet wood
hung it over the back fence
where the path is
put 9 peppers on it I’d grown
wrote a sign on a piece of folded a4 paper
and pinned it to the shelf
FREE
hot
Cayenne peppers
somebody took
2 of them
and I feel grateful
for them taking them
you realise the loneliness of planets
when the sky
is beautiful
look how I look at
skies & flowers
like something
is concealed
like love is invisible
inside us
goes to the Temple
the Goddess leans into me
she says
‘why do you look at me for, David?’
‘cause yr pretty’
I say
when she leans out of me
she takes a piece
of my love
I can make yr
into a Temple
I can kneel in light
of yr Cathedral eyes
I could play 60’s folk singers
on YouTube
we could sway like bells
that had rung out
if in silence I say her name
it makes a temple
of myself
and I like that
yr hear the bells
of a Cathedral
like loneliness
or holiness
or something
like that
sitting with the self
with no gods
only the wanting
for them
the sun becomes intense
and shadows are made behind the curtain
I always pick out the Crosses
as if some message
was being sent
to my poor
self
woke
and all the space to fill
look at the sky
for a bird
a movement
feel the discardment
of leaves
the separation
from the planet
from Yahweh
I don’t know the way
home
so I bow down to God
and I ask the way
home
graffiti of erosion 