Francis Bennion - Poetry - Poemotions - Up and Away in the Universe

The question puzzling me is simply this:
How do you know which label to slap
identifying the muzzy feeling so conclusively?
know so surely which part of Me is yours?

III

You worry about worshipping Me
I programmed you for that

Start of page 299in the book

It doesn't matter if
the mechanism's a little out of adjustment

No way can it be your fault
so do stop feeling guilty

If anyone should feel insecure
it's the programmer

You could not believe it
but I shaved off my white beard
aeons ago

I slipped it to the bishops
why should not God enjoy
his cleverest invention, youth?

So now I rock with the Stones and all
hard rock, soft rock, bubble rock, go

Now, in the deep purple night
I rock with the Deep Purple band

I jerk in my jeans
swing, swing, swing my long hair

So there!

I've done wonders, you will agree
with electricity
a universe I made
with charge, discharge and electron
but it's nothing without perception

Receive, perceive, believe me
the interweave between the scene
and the seen deceived Me
(even Me) for some time
till I hit on sight

Start of page 300 in the book

All your five senses I'm proud of
but sight is best (or is it hearing?)
these two outpace the rest
of the few I've released
(there are zillions I haven't)

Farthest from your tomb
is youthful bloom
you need sight for perception of that
never despise sight
though touch does much

Man moved among my Palaces seeking gifts
I gave him Sex; from the most secluded Palace
shadowed by fleshy leaves, shimmering
pink petals twisting, heat rising
I spoke my thought for Man and gave him Sex

Other gifts he seemed to treasure more
on the polite and public surface.
This gift he kept aloof, describing it
in rude and bitter terms whenever elders
might be agog - especially anyone young

Often he made Me hot - with shame
an artificial embarrassment
created by him, and all his gloomy kind
My zip-zip flickers of velvet sky-high zest
he entirely debased

VII

Don't let them put you down, baby
it's you has the vision, ghostly impress
of the deistic kiss, O that kiss!
My kiss illumines, fires your clay
lightens your day

Start of page 301 in the book

Don't you worship, just come closer
they won't believe it, but you
are as good a God as I
what after all am I, with My job to do
just like you.

VIII

Bow, ye priest
bow to the great god You
eat your god, excrete your god
and once again
create your god.

Each man seeks
to create his god
each man fails.

Bow churchwarden
rabbi, bow to the great god
you have manufactured
the great god You.

Each man seeks
to create his god
each man fails.

Bow, ye musician
this is You singing
the still sad music
of humanity.

O it was clever
but it was not true.