On Docetic Mountain

Adam eats and digs and Eve craves more truth

Snakes and graves and serpent and monuments

Of leaves and garden refuse

Spilling out like tigers at

Any chance of cloudburst

Aleph throttled the New Age

And the ponies and unicorns fell

And the crystals and Celestine skullfall

And the Bug Rides fell

And Easy Prophet sells tales

Of astral friendships in soaps and satans

But Aleph is Adam

Aleph and Adam stand on the Docetic Mountain

And the women's faces are full of stars and mischief

Into the words of the book

And the lips of the cup

And the trumpet and seals

And the candlesticks lighting

The Murderers to bed

And your bed with seas and flowers

And the nylon lion on your rug

Roaring like a supermarket

On the rack on its back

I call the martyrs as witness

To this pisspoor mess

And the belief falling flylike

From the Mountains

In curtains of eyes

Sniffing like foxes at count

Singing humming

Oh microwave oh Galaxy kill

They have misled themselves

Cæsaring Christ

And no back and no face

Covered in useless snow

Praise

For Paise and Thekla

Under low volcanoes

Smothered by wheels

Drowning in silica

Your beheaded heads quoting Simeon or Jonah

And the stars rain down sparkling cold and bloody

I remember you and pray for you

All of you who were, are, shall be

Murdered by Cæsars

As the nations gather and fade in

The Poor House ate great dead Hound

The centre: chisel of the Beast

Guests at their own farewell feast

Ashai came to me in a dream

And in the real swirl

The Scarlet Girl

Delivers pornography by the Queen

Onto my chest

I said: I am Aleph I am Adam

I am under attack since 8

I saw the bells and the jars

And the pale drains

Empty wine

Useless in the Heathen Eden

How great was the jungle

Dogs clutch heads

Catch and call far bulls

Chattering like streams

Whilst the stopwatch shuts

And the moon hot-trot fox-trot the fade

Trapping fogs for dreams

Samaritan says: Just One Word

Aleph says:

This is the bikini blast; the Easter Rabbit

The all conquers in the smallest paper

I saw the Ghost Train

Fake orgasms for the cliffs

Beached children from the so much

So much I wanted you near the cats

The scrambled dust jitterbugs

Taking stock of its life