The Garden Of Sex And Cleanliness Poem by Patrick Frazier

Waking as a child
Wearing bronzed shoes in my forgotten mind
Withdrawing from pastoral candles
A frightened child
In the garden of sex and cleanliness

The shower stalls and splendid falls
Around her seated masses
Purified yet stultified
Suspect through looking glasses

A lost child
In the garden of sex and cleanliness

Old men ranting
Powdered virgins awaiting sacrifice
Androgynous beings with fingers on their lips
A gorgon rolls her head
Beneath the extra dimensional Earth

Once a child
In the garden of sex and cleanliness

Corrupted pagan gods
Obese and wanting
Mortal flesh to do their haunting

Twice a child
In the garden of sex and cleanliness

The light wounds of the soul forming chains
Hanging we weep
Delighting in pain
Surging the nerves and pumping the veins
Sinking to the center of the brain
A small golden sarcophagus smelling of flame

Three times the child
Slipping down a stone fountain
Back outside her guardian
Serpent jests a friendliness.