Anatomy Angel

Disgown the fraudulent scholar; defrock the corrupted priest;
Unseat the bad king, traitor to his vows.

You look for my meaning, my biography?
Then look into the noonday sun.

I read you only to re-read you,
Baffled by hermeneutics,
Scrabbling at the bones beneath,
To suck the marrow’s sweet.

Beauty severe and belligerent
Strikes lightning at my tree.

I mark the changes, the seasons of Me,
Lusting for the purest blue.

Laughter is bold as love itself,
Penetrating walls and bones.

What violence have I done to myself,
Thinking my way to be true?

Eccentric’s just another way of saying
That the centre is not where you think.

Up there is down here to me,
In is out, with is without,
Yes is no is maybe,
Echoing in the head.

I beg the wind: show me the new direction,
Include me in your perilous designs.
I am the man whose breaking
Makes a new world whole.