Moth Turn Sun

devil mirror moon
i will grow a horn for you
or chickenpox take me under
slow small rat thunder
at the porch of the church
eat me before i worship on my knees
free from authority i can pray
and play with skirts
and steal strange expensive candy
every sunday is saturday
and every street is the beach
i have cocaine and milk
palm trees follow me
everywhere i go there is a door
to the sea

2003, after chasing the dragon