when green the grass did grow around the fumbles of desire

when green the grass did grow around the fumbles of desire

i followed my own footprints up my mountain seeking higher

looking with my eyes i found myself too quickly blind

looking past my eyes into the hollow of my mind

i fell forward in a graceful swan into my private fire

i pulled myself aright and stumbled backwards into grief

i grumbled like a madman, i tumbled like a leaf

i spent my seed in spurts of song

and fainting fast into a long

and hopeless, dreamless sleep:  i found relief

and now i lay a vegetable upon god’s cutting table

a phallic, inert cucumber…too soon, too soon unable

to bleed my heart into a bowl

to eat my flesh to feed my soul

to grind my life down to a role:

a neon aesop’s fable

i long to fly a phoenix flight

across the mountains of the night

to grow myself back to the womb

to cheat the devil, beat the tomb

to raise a new sun all my own

to stand upon green earth alone

and if i die, may god be damned

but if i live, to live a man