God is Love

Bowl of empty

cornflake wishes

nothing in it

full of gone

Shimmering grass

caught in glass

stale reflection

of the past

flimsy vaccum 

blob of amber

sky dive light

on spaceman black

nothing from nothing

inevitable splashes

of renaissance

squirming caskets

made in crowland

by some sassenach

heave with blossoms

of scotch mist

ecstatic breath

the perfume clover 

don’t forget it's all a lie a dream 

a programmed 'lusion

something set to overide

nothing lives

inside the fishbowl

expect a refund

or a gift

qualities plate the dirty dishes 

but reality don’t exist

only shadows

flickering shadows

that's the joke

we're dancing with

only memories scars tatoos

love bite bruises 

persist sadistic

kick me quick 

my blood is yearning

from a heartache to the groin

from your tongue tip

to the brilliance

of your presence

in my body

like leukemia

charlie chaplin

or a mantra

god is love

some such thing

from zero up

to everything.