God's Morning

telephones.

You call two. and then exclaim!!;

"I am the Wife of Allah!"

you don't know why you exclaim,

so you sing, you roll around like a loonier, jump off the bed holding a white sword in two hands... stick on a Mastodon album...

The firs thing you when you check...

a blue woman's voice in the sky....then...a deep scream, made of rocks and brains, and deep old..."The computer!! In God!!" preaching to children;

"A multiple brain, a force into a woman, I force her to woman, then a formation back into 'Nur'...(Allah begets none, nor is begotten....)"

Cuddle the lady in my pillow, singing rhyme from the radio...roll with the pillow in my arms, and kiss the woman...

Pull the light into the left hand side of face, flesh turned into rock...Hear...


"The goy men are crying Hell..."

I'll fight Hell. I have an ache in my face, and the clock is running.

A bark dog.

A boy angel that bark's and growls and sings like Blood Mountain...

Destroys the satan...black hair, black eyes, black clothing...knock knock:

"Your Dad is Here!!"