BiNDU

Of the bilious afterimage Antichrist rage
That spouts, drop by drop, from the bindu I bear
I can speak but a bit; here are five different ways
By which I abolished the phlegmous cold blood

1.

The mystery play, wherein Punch is the judge
And Judy an argentous-baubled redhead
Enveloped my action, collected my guilt,--
Led me down the road to the house that Jack built
Day one is nearby and the son is the sun
But the "me" and the "you" blur like jelly-formed Brollachan

2.

A natural resolve and a natural will
Spills full to the ways that my hatesnake was slain
Why, then, was it spared for such years as 14?
The same will without the resolve full in form.
What inhibited will and created resolve?
The bittersweet fluid I sipped at oftimes

3.

One on one the combatants
Sparked the ruins of Noah's Ark
One by one, one side took part:
"Shoot to kill for sacred heart"
Ignoring this, and moving on,
I galloped up with Gandhispawn

4.

Quand on marche sur moi,
Je suis bête, et je reste
When some people protest
I point out their own croix
And it all balanced out,
All weight falling on me

5.

A man called A.C. and two books called A.L.
These brought me to laugh at what peers would call hell
And if I'm in the wrong, and God hates us in fact
They'll be there to bear witness, display their foul pact
Either all are full right, or alone I am not
Either Heaven's gold, fire, or piss-poor parking-lot.

Of the sacred truth held on a key in God's mouth
I can speak but a word-- and the letters B.S.
The word: unimportant; the two after: great
In portent and the way the whole world is set up