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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Dear Chance

Dear Chance:


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

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

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