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Saturday, April 30, 2011

In Jesus Name?

[a "for when religious figure heads over step their boundaries" poem. The line "somewhere in the Vatican alter boys are still being counted" comes couresty of L. ScottLorde]

"in the name of the Father...Son...Hold my butt cheeks..."
pray to the deities that the bible shall never meet my rectory
hymns null vibrations of Psalms
Lorde's prayer humming Revelations
that make Matthew, Mark, Luke, and John
bareback mountaintop sermons
all the while knowing that somewhere in the Vatican alter boys are still being counted
tripped out congregation
believing that the spirit needs to cum inside them
deliver ill-legitimate line reads of
"our Father that has me bed-ridden,
hollowed be thy faith..."
flatbacked prayers having Jesus' name coursing through veins
taking the shaft
face first
a spined scripture
was once the only leg to stand on
with each religious lie
lie nightly spiraled
semen plastered
no foreplay
Genesis forehead kissed drenched
content with knowing I'll never tell
faith baited mustard seed breath
reeking the truth that somewhere in the Vatican alter boys are still being counted
muted secret love affair of church and state
allowing Holy Ghost to poke, prod and suture
what's left of my eyes watching God
not the bluest I've seen
but pale enough to dismiss my pleas
told this majesty would'nt give me more than I could bare
yet, indoctrinated with barefoot and pregnant prophecies
multiplying in my tepid womb
Exodus
exit this...
abort these fallacies
if you're truly in the saving business
unsplinter crowned thorns around the dick of my uterus
set free this loomed ideology that has only stroked the ego of your phallic nature
knowing full well
somewhere in the Vatican alter boys are still being counted


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Saturday, April 16, 2011

Dear Chance

Dear Chance:


Its not roulette when your demise is fully loaded...

Saturday, April 9, 2011

For 2005: Which End Is Up?

[a chest poem]

WHISPER
expire with the passing time
decay
fray
shoved back into the lining
in pockets of hooded petty coats
turncoat of emotional release
where mint juleps sprinkle forget-me-nots
silent fables grass grown
but referred to
for secrets
yet to be harshly disrobed
a begged plea
reeking with regret
untold
but harbored
for once was thought of
as safe keeping
LIES
for once thought of
as safe keeping
but harbored
untold
reeking with regret
a begged plea
yet to be harshly disrobed
for secrets
referred to
silent fables grass grown
where mint juleps sprinkle forget-me-nots
turncoat of emotional release
in pockets of hooded petty coats
shoved back into the lining
to fray
decay
expire with the passing time
undeserved
trust
a
securing
fallacies
hushed
oozed
YOU
oozed
hushed
fallacies
securing
a
trust
undeserved

Saturday, April 2, 2011

Prelude to 09: 2008

[a "poem for a poem" poem]


from the bowls of your misdeeds|still
uttered those words that I promised to gate keep in my spirit
despite piety and rectitude
where rectum and jurisdiction created un-lubbed compromises
the grandeur|tipping cup runneth over
essence barricaded in aqueous qua-linear scaffolding
plummeting to the abyss of your omission-ed never-minds|I
still uttering those words
I promised to gate keep in my spirit
reminding me that the birth of this relationship was its death
giving no choice but to live in damnation
fighting for an ascribed hell to claim ownership to|I
loved you even when it burned
foiled over consciousness
baked raw in open flames
engulfing new aromas
nothingness of morning
dawned nothing but mourning
where teardrops and gunshots
alarm clock reality
when did I|
stop loving me for you