Thigh deep in the swamp of forgetting
you believe you have found the Eden snake,
the flute of the infinite, the heavenly pump.
and you choke and blow and stroke
toward the surrender of the second coming.
You do not remember your own body,
how holy and precious your breasts and tail,
and so you reach out to contaminate the innocent
in the name of the holy
you desecrate desire and are a coward of love.
Art and Poem by clinock.
Red Priest. H.9″ x W.7″ x D.7″. Acrylic stain on fired clay.