there’s a procession of doves in your rafters -an army of pecks -a liturgy of squawks and up in the cobwebs -a broken wing -an army of god -cobwebs and tongues and elbows, angels and lips

sucked in/devoured sin-sensical drifting like dust on the sunbeams (PAINted glass) -lamb of god -leg of mutton -leg of lepers and no-fair seeing

this ain’t grace
this all fucked
this old thing

a procession
-of broken
-of cattle
-of flock
-of orgasm shrieks
and beat/red bottoms

(i’ve never dripped in punishments quite…like…this).

there’s a speck of dust on your father
in your shadows and up your ass
and
there’s a procession of doves in your rafters

this ain’t august
and there ain’t no moon
not tonight
not tonight
but it’s the spring holiday
all chapped lips
chipped paint
and chills
one beer forsaken
one beer forgotten
but this ain’t no vacation
just one homeless song
from continent called faraway
one hapless beat
(from street to street)
no it’s not me
no it’s not me
10 points for rigidity
and if you can
catch the puja
if you can
einee-meenie minee mo
one lost father
now let’s go
no homeland now
fuck you
fuck you
and
this ain’t no august and this ain’t no june
and tonight baby
well there ain’t no moon
so hush now
mama’s gonna buy you a diamond ring
and one less thing
yeah one last thing
mama’s gonna buy you a feather tied to a string
one parachute baby
but there ain’t no moon
kiss your balloon baby
cuz there ain’t no moon
one potato
two potato
fuck potato four
count me once
and i’ve got starscapes to go
one to peru
buckle my shoe
i’ll give you diamonds baby
locked into your bed
wrapped into your diapers
i’ve got you baby
but there ain’t no moon
so god bless you
little soldier
god bless you
it’s an august sandstorm
baby
and you’re all alone
and there ain’t no moon
no compass too
just laughing faces
like oil and rainbows
but tonight baby
there ain’t no light
so just trust you
just trust you
daddy’s comin’ home soon
and so’s the moon
but there ain’t no homeland
no motherland too
so hex on you
shhh
best to you
just one scarscape too
shhh
daddy’s never comin’ home soon
so sleep baby
sleep
don’t forget to dream
a moon baby a moon
but don’t forget
it’s like the silver dollars
under your pillow
like the silver dollars
weighing down your head
hanging down your shame
silver dollars baby
behind the sand
behind the seasons
but it ain’t august
nor not November neither
just somewhere
somewhere
daddy’s gettin’ alone soon
so god bless you
god bless you