The Invisible Church

The invisible church
Born into your mouth
Dreams purr into your cundom
From your horizon of grace
And bolts and heard the water
Breach in Cox

Your children are my children
I and you sourced them
And soared up to the streams and quit
Thus I misspelt all
The saids heard just swirls, kill tuned
Funneled and bred the dark night
He hummed to me and ergo ego
The voice in void and voice

If I hinted "His is the fog"
Would you swim drinking mist?
And agree with me
That "Oh, how divine to sink
Or swim dreaming of him and Al and
La Belle Époque
Splashing twins and the Gospel"
Live and die, 4 last things
Whilst the train chuckles along
Hymning your traced seed?

And shall we, and can we execute?
I heard lists of houses, creeks, small fishes
With Judah banners
There was something dead in the jigsaw
Well jagged, you sped into the twilight
Plucked thistles, kissed cowslip
Drinks hosted to the goddess Shirley

Frater, what is the state of ghosts?
The sex of stars?
In the frame of the lashed face
Under the turretted galaxy
On that boat, I smelt of horsies
And whistled the death plumb disco
Anger and stupid arise
In my moon garden
Pulled straps on my lips

And read Acts VII: 48 read
Romans II: 2 read
Romans II: 2-3 read
Romans too II: 2-9

And approach the gentle core of the sealed
And the master of the moonsmile
It is all Greek to see and spell
And count drinking the letters
Crowned with bars and nails
Those flowers grew