Bard Bart

St. Michael's Sword



squirrels in attic
roof's leakin'
so buckets on floor
cars brakes fucked up in love
bein' a good neighbor
waitin' to be mended in same
rent long overdue
no money in sight
if it wasn't for bac luck
we'd have no luck at all
can't get much worse
'till you try recyclin'
garbage that is

a great idea
containers for glass, tin, plastic
compost bucket
handy for spittin' in
'twill do for now
no hearth ashes
electricity does not produce ashes
'cept sometimes
unlike nuclear power
can reduce us all to ashes
how do recycle that?

close them down that's how!
bury the blood suckers
'til further notice
clean up mess in kitchen too
all messes
get rid of bullshit all over
bein' reproduced by power hungry demons
biggest bullshitters of all
imps of perversity
led be the imp perversity
mother fucker of mother fuckers

time to kick their asses
with the sword of st. michael
mythology

messengers bringin' philosophy
from mountain tops, bogs, deserts and seas
sufferin' servants for truth
john's and crosses
deadalizers and hegel stone rainers
theresa's rastafarian around king
emily's son dick resurrected
by such as bar maids
who've died of cancer
to live in loves oneness
victims for it
sufferin' christ's eyes
while givin' head

heartfelt longin' for wholeness
seekin' to know
where brute sexuality ended
spiritual sexuality began
sacred marriage seekers
trustin' faith's dark anguish
assentin' intellectually
leadin' to light's impenetrable face
agony, ecstasy,intimacy
meltin' into peace
justice's earthquake 
  joy's consummation.   ​