A man-boy takes religion
like a robe,
puts it on,
hides the man-flesh,
hides the desire
and the lust,
religion is good for that;
lets religion flow &
flood his poems,
verse another
robe to hide
desire and the lust,
but you have
to flagellate the rowdy
ones to inside
the robe, whip
desire and lust
with the spiked
language
of your own crafting,
keep them girdled;
whip them
and sprinkle them
with religion,
use the whip & verse,
& religion -
keep sprinkling it,
& thus man-boy becomes
damp with religion,
wet from the imaginary
soul to the neurons;
it pours, it gushes, religion -
a deluge of religion,
& no ark to float, he
drowns into it;
but the castaway
desire and lust
make it to the rafts
of the poetry,
escape the wreck
of the sinking Oxford Jesuit
as it goes down.
29.07.2019-20.06.2022
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