Making a Marriage Vow to our own Mother
IF
earth is our mother
AND
our mother is Pan theistic
(meaning: "I am that")
THEN
the pre-fallen one had relations with THAT,
The Whore of Babble On;
The Slut of Smut;
Ringing the Door Bell of Jezebel;
And she said, "Come into me and I will give you REST"
[ABBA's SABBATH: a bath in the Alpha Bet Soup]
It's the Illusory String Theory strung together
With 22 He Brew LUV LETTERS.
And Dove, He did;
A Swan Dive;
Falling in LUV;
Into the Electric Light,
An Orchestrated Game;
To Play;
To A-muse;
And Confuse.
The Divine Mother lost a chick;
Fell from a nest in a high tree top;
Down into Queen's Land
Queen of this Heart;
Queen of this eartH;
Who angrily shouts, "Off with her head!"
JUST ANOTHER JUNKYARD WEDDING
Derelict Daddy
In his sleeveless tux
Crawled out of the crushed Caddy
And tucks greasy arms
With his offspring damsel--
Scudding
And scuffing
Down the rust covered aisle;
Avoiding,
At once,
This and that messy pile.
Her dress
Glints like sheet metal--
The guests are riveted.
On top of the altar
Of razor wire and broken glass
Is the Minister's trusty friend,
A half-empty whiskey flask.
Up he pops
Like roadside trash,
To herald
The junkyard wedding blissed bash.
The groom did without;
He used no broom
To sweep the detritus heaps out;
So left but little room
For the cage-matched hearts
To link amongst auto parts.
His skin,
Pierced with tattoos,
He tattooed his piercing gaze
Into his dirty lover's hub cap retinas..
"I do, I do, I do!"
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