COMBUSTION
Everything burns within my sight.
Easter lilies, styrofoam collars,
the subway cripple trawling salvation.
I add them all to the widening pyre.

And He said,
"Stoop here, and drink, and live..."

Black waters of Christ, I am done with it.I can't drink you for this heat.
When I was young, I wanted combustion.
The Human Torch, “Flame on!”

Now, I see crucified silhouettes
hazy on the outskirts of Rome.
A lone man, numb but jubilant,
his skin in hock at the local pawn-shop.
God's vengeance on all the earth
smells like a fire in a Greek diner.
And this coffee, this coffee is awful.
It tastes like my ancestors.

I am asking, I am asking...
No God, I don't know what.
This fever ends when I want it to.
Rapture just a matter of letting go.