I'm beholding the luxury of dirt
the purity in natures fallen green,
praising the scum from this circle of hurt
downed from a lie of a polythene glean
the rich and living filth will be my god
everything more is cleanly out of reach
this messiah is fresh, whole and un trod
I'll aspire to this, not the bleach you teach
give me the warmth of rotting chlorophyll
sodden with the waste of God's fluffy clouds
aftersun burns the pompous daffodil
poets prime your pens for the unwashed crowds
remember the times when I wrote in blood,
wanting and needing to accumulate?
I now fill my quill with the rushing mud
and scratch this stone with a monsoon of hate
In carbon we trust, is our new decree
when aspirations high - die on the ground
aim for below and the fallen debris
an achievable heaven in this is found.
clothe me entirely in old sensual soil
fossilized and ground in life's gaping skirt
pull my hair down with millennium oil
and smile at the stains of a suffering dirt
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