God

God.

A glass is empty for the faith to full it,
Water pouring from the finger which did,
Lighter lightning and a son to be born,
I am praying dark blue on a green, green lawn.

Where do these changes bring us to?
What are these changes similar to?
Similar to being similar to…
Who it is, who?

An exchange of lungs for the candles,
Under my ribs are Christ’s sandals
Burning to plant a double tree -
Its roots stretch long out of my left knee.

What the fly is vaguely flying?
Maybe she is flying crying
Of another butterfly dying
Or of another fly crying.

Does the dog know what is happening
Waving the tail in her childish sleeping
Running forward and thus it grows, -
The ceiling knows, the ceiling knows.

Where do these changes bring us to?
What are these changes similar to?
Similar to being similar to… Who it is, who?
As a matter of fact thank you.

Should I write this poem down?
Just to amuse another clown,
Make him suffer and then in the same water drown.
To order Pierrot the clown never frown.



June 2007.