"the body of solid blue, <br />My Prayer; <br />that I, might clean away the rust, <br />in the crevasses, in the hinges, of my sick soul. <br />Come, with God and Gold and Pearl, <br />make them blue once; <br />with holy water, <br />Come peel away His hot eyes. <br />abrase my skins... <br />praise my sin... <br />Seethe sea shell charms, compare me, <br />collect me; <br />Boil red dinners, for which I indulged, <br />and bartered the pearls that sat <br />upon a satin pillow, inside my ribcage. <br />Brass - Violence - <br />ghost sheets and halos— <br />Winds and wallops <br />a white sea <br />Laced by quantum oil spills <br />Shaken sparrow <br />prayer, flutter and ash- <br />the rush, of purple-winged shadows, <br />that strobe light knuckles; <br />to Deliver From Evil, <br />place upon packed clay, <br />a cell that ticks - <br />submit to the vertical bind, <br />Eden serpenting wrists and spine. <br />To stay is a question, an enemy, <br />built on the backs of atoms; <br />building, Eve's spare bones and ribs, <br />how to escape, <br />She Knew... <br />she flew... <br />not, from pride, but from friction, <br />the searing orgasm of resistance; <br />she dove-dived downward, <br />anticipating the raging ground. <br />The light illuminated, <br />the love lucid loss; <br />leaving, the bliss of the blind.'<br /><br />michael walkerjohn<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-salivating-few/
