I went to a church last night

Travelling on a highway

Directed by the ripples

And mounds

On my patchwork eiderdown

 

Cover removed

Function key pressed

On my vessel to take me

To divine resonance

I caressed

 

A celestial glow

Broke through the dark

Sending anticipation

As the crow flies

Straight to my heart

 

Eyes appeared, deep, and filled to the rim

With a host of pure messages

That the answer was Hallelujah

I could find my God within

 

Angelic teeth

Encased in full lips

Of skin so pure

It held its own breath

Would, if they could,

Whisper “welcome”,

I’m sure

 

Salvation sought

Subscription bought

Obligations and needs

Were selected

I was activated, processed

With no doubt, I entered

 

Viewing glass of my windows of eight

Began to smear, distort and stain

Coloured light being shuttered out

By the turning beige venetian blinds

Of distain

 

My God was nowhere to be found

But he’d left a full congregation

Made up of the cast of

A seventies spaghetti Western

 

With each Russian roulette click

Of rejection

The cold barrel was pushed closer

To my head

Whilst I watched the tumbleweed

Roll across my bed

 

I do fear, my God

Didn't stay here long

Dressed in his rough poncho

Holding tightly in his teeth,

as he rode out fast, 

a smoking crucifix,

I wanted to clasp