I Looked To The South Side Of The Door

Adam stands on docetic mountain
 The woman's face is full of stars
 In the words of the book
 And with the lips of the book
 And the trumpet and the seal
 And the candlestick that lights
 Up your bed with seeds and flowers
 And the lion on your rug
 That's roaring like a lamb
 On the rack and on its back
 I call the martyrs on wheels
 To this piss-poor mess
 And the blood spreading like flies
 Under the table and the gable
 Breathing curtains of eyes
 That shift uneasily
 And sniff like foxes at count
 With feathers following the mind
 That stitches quilts
 And pours cats into comets
 Oh microwave oh galaxy kill
 All the night and its names
 On docetic drawn mountain
 My dragon arises
 Scaling plastic Christs
 With no back and no face
 He has stolen space
 And has solemn to spare
 And kisses mountains
 Covered with useless snow
 For Paise and for Thekla
 Under low volcanoes
 Fearful wails to fall
 Under his brothers
 And Bloodface kills again
 And smothers the wheels
 Drawing in the dirt
 There is Ashkai
 Under psychic attack since eight
 I saw the bells by the jar
 I saw the teeth in the jaw
 And saw the pale drains
 Mind sinking empty wine
 Useless in the heathen Eden
 How great was the jungle
 Dogs clutch heads and
 Catch and call fall bulls
 Murmuring like lovely streams
 That pulse and hurtle
 My clock shot shut