I Hold No Beast

I hold no beast nor harbour grudge for the ill love

for the hand of glove now crossed with sabres peck

I am done and all but dusted in the dried knot

planting bloody loud my seed on a christ bone

I cry dry blood

she loves me not;

I hold no father in my forearm nor mother in my groin

the chain of daisies whistle as my cat crawls bitch and sobers loin

over hills of pheasant pleasantries beneath a bad moons bubbled wing

as I sing with string that suffocates a still-born breed of spring

and tiptoe through the turnip of the egg swell

I love the breeze of her her dead breath as I crucify my hell bone in a sand worm;

I hold no grudge nor beast for the masters voice

I have no crotch nor harbour choice for the refugee of song

the old oak tall as I wank impotent

as I love your moonwalk in a mustard smothered thong

and have swam with the dolpins spunk on a deathrow walk;

my celery is pregnant!

my memory as distant as child of mothers son

hear yey...hear yey

love wins when shoots the guns of the lovers pornographic shield

who murdered sex?

who remembers love?

when love carried spices to the mistress...

in bottomless dress with bastards and horse radish whip

love wins forever in the barrels of the spin

remember love?

when love murdered sex!

who murdered sex? not me!

I am just a child of the seventh sun

a dealer of sunshine of powder and cream

where news flashed nude a portrait of the scream

remember love

and love will dine endless on the blue

and will carry forever the load in my loaded shoe

and dance forever in the slipstream of your six-string womb

comb the hairs of your gun 

ride passport to our journeys end

as our hands of farm in the spirit of good faith

heals son and mortar pestle

make haste and taste the root of porcupine;