i.
Out of bright ideas,
a vacuum,
imploding
one disaster at a time.
Hard and harsh decisions,
tumultuous,
bubbling and boiling over
like an unwatched pot.
Sidewalks,
too cold
for waiting or sleeping,
skies too gray for hope,
so many palms
open, outstretched,
demanding,
and I have nothing left to give.
Misfortune magnet,
and for all of my love,
I remain
empty-handed,
and sticks and stones
break fewer bones than words
without truth or meaning--
the lies suck the light from the air,
and there's not enough sugar
to sweeten this cup,
but still I convulsively swallow,
and still I can't seem to stop breathing.
ii.
Tell me it's just a bad dream,
make me believe in salvation;
remind me that heaven's for sinners
who crawled on hands and knees--
that's all there is to forgiveness:
bathe in the blood,
and holiness touches your soul.
So give me a knife, and I'll baptize
the world in a river of red,
I'll offer my body as bread,
and all the vultures can eat their hearts out.
Yes, feed on this flesh, sink your teeth
into milky white thighs,
and show me what Jesus felt like.
Author notes
...no glory in expressing these things, just an interesting combination of words to describe what's going on inside...
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First Fruits
I like the first one best. :-) Quite the turn of phrase, dear... -
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...I like it. I often feel the same these days...strange how our lives parallel one another when we are out of touch, yet run nearly perpendicular when (we think the other is) watching out of the corners of our eyes... ;-D
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I liked the II part better. I've never seen Jesus in a cannibal's light. Not an unfit view really. I think some of the first part was a little cliche'. In regards to line 12- what about the homeless? It was a good read.
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Ha, I AM homeless, and I can tell you...cold sidewalks don't allow for much sleep.
Thanks for the read/comment. I like the second one better as well.
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