God I Love Your Ugly Love


God I love your ugly love
its broken toothed depth
the throaty morning mouth
on the nap of my stubble
backed neck and the kisses
offered up to the tea God.

Only the heathen cold linoleum trail
spoils my sad little kitchen pilgrimage
the steaming incense of the old kettle
slowly clouds on the blue plaster birds
I pad back to you in the dark processing
the last sacred ginger nut in the barrel.

You eat my holy offering,
a sexy snake enforcing
inside your necks fellatio
a ginger coated mouse.

God I love your ugly love.



John G.Hall(C)2006