Lord I do worship
another
lord he is always
saying
terrible
animals
will come
from the
sky and they come
to feed on
those who
ponder them
Mars those
who you call
dwelling
people pass through
prayers
just like you do
coiled if a
bell
might run
though the woods shouting
I’m coiled
flatly
they have
tall fears mars
they do not
lack happiness
they pray
to one god
and they
pray to some
mars for
many of them you
won’t be
one of them
you
crawling from one
shoulder to
another mars
what is it
you do
trepidation
sire
is that all
with an ax rubbed
blushing
companion
Mars a
white egret
not snow
white but white the times
earth fell
down upon
Unnamable
Lord this morning
telling me
not to worry rain has her
own endless
solitudes and discreet
joys and
not a rain occurs in a crypt
all is god
space borne rain intercept
Lord you
are the sound I have heard
all hopeful
summer a great gray owl
you are the
enormity in the universe
so many
loving pretenses blanket me
Lord you
are not falling down now
Lord my wet
leaves to look at Lord
and in all
this secondary rain work
Lord I hear
you more allowing me
to love you
Mars one of
the new horsemen my
god the
most black canister blue eyes
we call him
soul engraver wild blue eyes
he tells
the best early mars campaign
stories
mars your ice was a bat sipping
blue wine
mars he tells us all the meat
stories
mars your first campaign never
knew mars
you were such the sibyl licker
back then
thin inveterate death talking
slight
power without me to kiss yet
Bradley I
want you to lie down
now in this bed of Christ water
and hear the sounds of pheasant
myrtle and to know there are many
who by imagining this too intently
are put here too Bradley but that
was me that I could hold you and tell
you why so optimistic god is now
all throughout this new affidavit
silk worm vapory forced to grow
on a loom they say is the consistency
of the court and it has the court’s logic
and that it proves by way of your own
brave acts Bradley no constitution
to their argument and those who oppose
seeing you imprisoned for loving us
Bradley some of them are said to ride
out to live with you thickly now though
we are unpresent and we have to leave
early I want you to know those traitors
who live in galleons so they could put
you here Bradley are said to be captured
in this new affidavit as white shiny tables
and upon them walking and as though
through tall white conveyor grasses ones
walking dim witted in long agony white
fireless mealy eye their own eye is what
we serve them and yet still they walk
with their one eye agape at the mind
left evacuated by its own foul accoutrement
and Bradley some of them go missing
in the aftermath of their own skull colors
they plead and plead until we give their
skull colors back to them and they have
white fins growing inside their mouths
and in this one white glass passenger sack
they are each being incubated into love’s
fate absence
now in this bed of Christ water
and hear the sounds of pheasant
myrtle and to know there are many
who by imagining this too intently
are put here too Bradley but that
was me that I could hold you and tell
you why so optimistic god is now
all throughout this new affidavit
silk worm vapory forced to grow
on a loom they say is the consistency
of the court and it has the court’s logic
and that it proves by way of your own
brave acts Bradley no constitution
to their argument and those who oppose
seeing you imprisoned for loving us
Bradley some of them are said to ride
out to live with you thickly now though
we are unpresent and we have to leave
early I want you to know those traitors
who live in galleons so they could put
you here Bradley are said to be captured
in this new affidavit as white shiny tables
and upon them walking and as though
through tall white conveyor grasses ones
walking dim witted in long agony white
fireless mealy eye their own eye is what
we serve them and yet still they walk
with their one eye agape at the mind
left evacuated by its own foul accoutrement
and Bradley some of them go missing
in the aftermath of their own skull colors
they plead and plead until we give their
skull colors back to them and they have
white fins growing inside their mouths
and in this one white glass passenger sack
they are each being incubated into love’s
fate absence
Peter Richards is the author of Oubliette (Wave Books), Nude Siren (Wave Books), and Helsinki (Action Books).
