dream (my ministry)
sweet lost water of childhood burning
guts spinning with sirens
bright yellow trucks in reverse
shrieks of blame stir gravel
handcuffs on the irascible saviour
inferno-eyed authorities
they sweat it out in morbid fissions
rope it off in nuclear yellow
hear the bacon-pop of toxic rainbows
swim in metallic prosecution
a flaming dreamscape rips
i am a turncoat minister
seated with imprisoned family
green and gold approximations of food
in a convention of shiny-dressed idealogues
bread puffs into a menacing bird of prey
i drown it in a brilliant metal broth
moved to smile in unison
into prayer breakfast judgement
"you're no minister!" a chill shouts
until extinguished