the why

rain screams fire against the fractured window panes,

as thin walls crawl with faded comic book pages

that rage against a half-collapsed feeling.

 

we are all melting, like cheap dope on a celestial spoon,

like sugar ambrosian cubes on the tongues of heathen gods.

 

I watch the storm with one eye, and keep the other

warm and dry in the folded fabric of welcoming junkies

and nurturing w****s.

 

why do I bathe in this filth?

because it’s the only water on which I can walk.

 

even the cloud-filtered raindrops

would drown this three-legged dog.

 

and, if I were baptized;

washed completely clean,

there would be nothing of me left

to waste.

Reviews

[Amy Bumpas]

When I read your words it sometimes feels like you struggle with
religion and your beliefs...I can relate...been there, done that.
I now go to a church that I am a official member of and was baptized,
and I will tell you that my demons have struggled to cause chaos in my
life. I really like this line:we are all melting, like cheap dope on a celestial spoon,

like sugar ambrosian cubes on the tongues of heathen gods

[Kenneth The Poet]

Man, this sounds sounds like the odyssey of F.H. from the movie Jesus's Son.

[Ed Hart]

what matters if it's the bleak we celebrate...at least it's not crowded here