Gethsemane

 A certain sensory wisdom

Accumulates

Irresistible magnetic energy

Emanates from the core.

 

Monstrous dithyrambic faces

Grinning from ear to ear

Magical mystery play enacted

Crowned thorn heads grimace

Begging for vinegar comfort.

 

Agonies metamorphosise in to a

Tight black supernova of

 Unknowable nirvana charms.

 

Shortly to be released from

Evil silver magnet of desire

Rise, rise, black presence

Free yourself from your

Linden frame.

 

Heart throbs its last.

 

Sustaining flesh, time-old

Nettle stinging sensation of

Bitter, hard learned ecstasy.

 

 

Wake up-

Passion dried air refreshes, 

Fears delayed momentarily

Bleeding ourselves dry in anticipation

The second coming will not be long.