The Church

The church filled up slowly with lies.
The stained glass windows were the first to go;
they became as night, though the sun still shone,
halos turned blood red and ran with sweat on stone,
dripped and tumbled into choir-boys' mouths as they sang.
Airborne, it spread, a dense desire
dancing on tongues; salt that popped like candy,
ascending ejaculates of amen spittling the air,
forming a fog that flagellated eyes to tears.
Humidity heightened, tightening collars and causing
clothes to cling to skin; people shrunk to fit them.
The stars and moon circled for two millennia above,
and still the lies flowed down walls and pews undammed,
a Great Flood rising to knees, to waists and necks,
siphoning through the cracks between the doors
to fill the outside world.
But on the 39th day there was a miracle;
the church doors opened and the lies flowed out,
bodies of the drowned floating on the tsunami,
children sputtering for air with their hair
plastered to their ears; inside, so much damage
had rotted the walls, the pews, the cross and crown of thorns.

Lyrics of sort: Godless Hymn

Take your time don’t rush yourself

Take the time to take the right path

See the truth before you’re grey

If there was a god, he’d say

What have you done?

He’d ask the questions of us

That we would ask of him

What was it that we

Forgot to sing in our hymns?

Ask yourself the questions you’d ask

Ask yourself those questions and see

That you have the answers all along

That today this god doesn’t belong, here

Where has he gone?

He’d ask us what’s happened

To our international faith

Well where has he been

Since the world started to shake?

Be strong, be united

See the world undivided

Have faith instead in the kind of man

That needs no great beyond

Who sees no great beyond.

Sigh of the Oppressed

The air was full or sermon,
it swam in hot breaths

of oscillating tides
from oval lips,

until the air moaned "Amen"
beneath the weight.

Its layered sediment
glued child's eyes,

waxed lyrical in ears
fossilised in lungs.

Flooding Out The Sin

From yonder Eden spread the world;
the roots of peace and harmony
spun rotting webs beneath the earth
and poisoned soil, crops and lakes.

Good Noah bathed in water of the sky,
ate the flesh of healthy herds
and walked on holy lands of grass
in valleys ripe with rainbow arcs.

Elsewhere, the brothels bulged with sex
and men who drank water from the lakes
walking in fields of debauched crops,
their blood diseased with stink of sin.

An enwombed seed spurted to life
and brought a child to bear upon the world.
At age of four in all that joy
she splished and splashed in puddling rain.

She splished and splashed some more
until her feet were off the floor.
Her hands were tied by the hands of God
and she splished and splashed no more.

Good Noah, the one and only,
sailed by her floating corpse,
hooked her in his fishing net
and fed her to his bears,

so in pairs of beds of diseased trees,
in twos and twos their sighs rang out,
the brothel-Ark shook from side to side,
a whorehouse of burning hides.

Once Upon A Time I Found God...

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Once upon a time I found God,
he was sitting cross-legged
on a playschool playmat pushing cars around
the make-believe roads,
rolling his tongue to make the sound
of the engines
and going BOOM! as two cars collided.
Then his mother came to pick him up,
lifting him up from the armpits
so two cars tumbled down the lego mountainside
causing mayhem.
Life on the mat remained static,
with headlights on high and engines idling;
waiting for god to reappear.