Four Mystical Poems to Show How Little I Know

I. the grey god hangs upon the sacred yew blood drips from his terrible wounds catch his blood and drink deeply from it so that man shall become super-man II. seeking infinite wisdom i traveled to the mountain where i was shown the vessel that contained it all i looked within and perceived nothing now i am wise III. a mystic crow flies the ancient pine sways and i, i am somewhere here below IV. as the naked angels dance foolish theologians wonder how many can fit on the head of a pin the poet shreds his clothes and jumps into the flames of desire to be consumed therein i merely watch laughing at the spectacle of it all