"why?
because,
amidst the off-tope swirl
of helplessness
i found
hate.
within the blood-taste
of being used,
i found
hate.
underneath your pearl-crusted
iron heel, i--
crushed porcelain that i am
--can still hate
you."
but only for this fleeting moment:
grace ("that bitter taste!") floods my
bitter-crusted soul.
what crimes i've been forgiven!
how i've been loved!
the many gifts i've been given--
the breaths i've breathed, painlessly.
this hate--my hate for you--it ties my tongue,
it breaks my hands
and leaves me numb;
then, love
received as Earth receives her rains
reminds my heart
to live again.
June 2015
this one is pretty incomplete: basically, it looks somewhat like a poem without actually being one. that said, i don't really want to do any more work on it and i think it's just a failed idea, so i'm posting it with an eye roll to get it out of the drafts folder. deal with it, dear reader.
High, girl!
ReplyDeleteWouldn’t ya love an endless eternity of aplomBombs
falling on thy indelible, magnificent, vigilant cranium?
An XtraXcitinXpose with no
zooillogical-expiration-date,
with an IQ much higher than K2,
and an extraordinarily, sawcy, rowdy victory??
Here’s what the prolific GODy sed:
(what could be MOE exciting than the 3-Stooges??)
“Faith, hope, and love,
the greatest of these is love -
jumpy into faith...
and you'll see with love”
Doesn’t matter if you don’t believe
(what I write);
God believes in you.
God. Blessa. Youse -Fr. Sarducci, ol SNL
Meet me Upstairs, girl, where the Son never goes down…