Durch Gelassenheit

lies are easy to breathe
when they oint me in the smell of lavender
and faces bow to the rationalization
of my idealism of the whore of the church

jesus come down from the tree
you’ve waited till autumn
have made its branches bare of leaves
jesus come down from the tree
for me to leave

skies and curves of your body are
easy to spill on an easel
when talking to you underneath bed sheets
and tell your blind eyes to see the stars

jesus come down from the tree
you’ve waited till winter
has made you frozen pale grey
jesus come down from the tree
for me to leave

roman nails are easy to seal
a body’s wrists and ankles to a living tree
and they melt to a lead rust
poisening the blood and flesh
rotting to the tree’s knotted dying mesh
till atoms and atoms are one

jesus let me on the tree
make their words the nails
;et me lay my face to your face
and my lips to your lips
jesus let me on your tree
for me to believe