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Psalm

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The lord is my shepherd, I shall not want

I shall not want for tribulation
For the flock is scattered
Their bleating goes unheard
Wolves nibble at the corners
With no fear of hindrance
I shall not want for tribulation
For the armies of God surround me
They have raised up the banners
Of loathing in every direction
And lo the sheep crawl
In slavish obeisance
I shall not want for tribulation
Even the dogs have abandoned us
As the shepherd sleeps off His cosmic binge
I shall walk through the valley
Of the shadow of death
Eyes closed
Fingers in my ears

Jesus shrinks from his new notoriety

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He declines to be interviewed.
A glimpse, only,
a side-long breath, let out

too late, swallowed in haste,
not to appear too gullible,
too eager.

He craves the immediate,
catches the last hint of eternity
blazing past, unholy, oblivious,

his heart as blank
as his head.

Above the dingo wind,
a scaffold of melodies,
of harmonious disconsequence.

And here I am, left only with
questions, suggestions, repetitions,
cast a-breeze with no concealment.

The oceans within, the foaming main,
who can sail these dark seas?

Time

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Time augers deeply
Its worm-like whim astride
The face of meaning
Blinking wild and faring well
Over chain and bell alike

I think of you
Tethered like that
To your holy ghosts
Those wraiths that wrap your dreams
And fail the promises abandoned
So long ago, all those fine illusions
You love so well

Let go, let collapse
Envelop you
Your grasp contains nothing
But helplessness
Let go

I heard of a shaman

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I heard of a shaman
Who learned a peyote song
From the generator of his car
On the way to the ceremony
At which he sang full throated
The lesson of the Burning Way

As a child suffocating

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In the great withered dugs
Of Holy Mother Church

I was taught to beg God’s forgiveness
For my transgressions
Real, imagined, or only aspired to

But really, I thought,
For the sheer gall of living
For the audacity of human-ness

For the clear inexcusable lack
Of appreciation for the
Perversity of existence

As humanity
Of which I was but one
Paltry example

Now I know it’s
Not God who can forgive
But only I

For the willfulness
Of falling for that