Paradise has not been lost, but found again,
In time, in every sleeping second,
Weathered by the grinding of sin’s teeth
We are exiled, to paradise.
I have seen the inch of skin that reeks at me
Between shirt folds and reels the distending tendrils of
My bones with satiating crunch,
And the light has split into a thousand glass chimes
Of Westward sky when pink cheek rasps on withered roses in
The woozy blue, the woozy grey above of
and your anarchic angelity.
Soup of thunder in my eyes to catch
The fallen angel of Olympus’ skies
When in mortal vision Lucifer is exulted,
Lucifer Lucifer Lucifer took the glass from all the air
And all is naked now with light
‘Light Bringing’, ‘Morning Star’ — how did you fall so far?
Is your strength resolved to reside in residual beauty
When yours so surpasses this?
Lucifer, you kiss like Shakespeare’s lost play —
For loves labours never won from
Seeking broken paper and stitching it with shaggy lips.
I wish, Lucifer, I wish your caustic hips would
Sway into your pen — sharp comedy witters round your
Ankles and bright and devilish in your eyes when you
Brash fire burns in your hungry orbs and, Lucifer,
You singe your crinkled eyelash skin to hide the
Stony fire in your holy eyes;
Words rumble and echo from gut to gut and
I was semi scorched.
Hell must be a marvellous place.
The heavens rose out of chaos and you,
With your host of rebel angels broke mirrors,
Counted crows and black cats ‘till the morning came home
Crying “Lucifer! Lucifer! Bring light to our bones!”
And Jupiter struck Lucifer, the anarchist, down.
But he was not dead.
He was not dead.
The Arch-fiend and the fiend
Buried in devil-headed sunsets
Eden, Eden, we stole you from
The ribs of Adam and
Shared you out, rib by rib bone by
Every ivory-perfect bone and
Prometheus brought fire from
The anarchists eyes to light
Our morning, icicle skies.
Exulted high to hell.
Paradise has not been lost, but
Found in every broken sleeping dream
Again and again and Lucifer
Screams in Exultation, exiled to
Hell’s paradise with me.