Goddess of painted concrete rise like flesh

from the sad grid man has made

from the depths of spiritual death

raise your cartoon hammers

from the seams of these stricken swamps

colliding over dams and wreaths

laid down on floating doorsteps

where I kneel pierced by your fingers

like some gnostic Christ with a hardon

drift over the pizza parlors

sprouting art deco steeples

and sweating elevators

let the radiant cords be planted

in the murk

to cut graves that blink like candy

fill the tongue of this frozen juggernaut

with healing fire

nourish the landing pads with ferns and roses

let me be your key again

as the screens flash drastic mercy

with a chain of ink, with the locket

on your cinematic underwear

let the electromagnetic ships

nudge through the bioluminescent shore.