Every day when I wake up,
shitfaced from my self-imposed
lack of brain-clearing sleep,
I say a short prayer to the almighty
asking his forgiveness for
not running the gauntlet through
his fog of god-fearing paranoia
so I’m covered another day
of being a heathen bastard,
and every day I’m granted
this shred of false light, I laugh
a little harder at the upside-down
crucifix hanging like a blob of
shit on my wall-shrine.
Author notes
Inspired by Nicole Hanna (a.k.a., Anasuya); she wrote a poem a while ago, I believe, that was similar to this, though a bit more graphic. Haven't read it in a while, but I believe it's one of her finest. Unfortunately, I don't think it's available for reading here any longer.
Won gold in this contest -- http://allpoetry.com/contest/2355160
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Comments
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This ... well
I could say for sure that perhaps I would never be able to write something like this.
If I did, I don't think I'd post it.
And if I posted it, I'd feel awkward.
But my gosh, this poem is excellent!
"and every day I’m granted
this shred of false light, I laugh
a little harder at the upside-down
crucifix hanging like a blob of
shit on my wall-shrine."
You sound evil
Keep it up
NeveR ♥
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Thanks for this entry I respect Nicole's work.I enjoyed this.
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