Explosions!

Explosions!

 

deep black universe pocked with colored lights

homeless child shivering on a black ice bed

king of a swine belching up martyr blood

laughter from a corpse

tears from an asteroid

the hoarse whispers of intergalactic ghosts

 

Explosions!

 

pink and yellow blooms from a near-dead stalk

orgasmic moans as metal punctures skin

shotgun blasts from a frosted brown forest

God shows his war teeth

Satan smiles from the closet

angels and demons pop like bubbles over my tired head

 

Explosions!

 

but, where am I in the aftermath?

a child searching for his mother’s eyes in a sea of zombie glares?

the zombie general picking the lost child from yellowy razor incisors?

an ashy blood smear on sand-sugared asphalt?

or maybe I am the remnants of the fuse?

the dented detonator?

 

Explosions!

 

I’d love to believe what happens next won’t matter

I’d love to believe anything

but, the walls are rubble, and the sky is aflame

s****y time to look into a religious conversion

when the steeple is upside down in my lawn

like a wayward SCUD missile that forgot to boom

 

life is a series of

Explosions!

 

the brail blast pattern has been branded

into the meat of my heart

like gospel

caked in gunpowder

 

why does gospel always seem to be caked in gunpowder?

 

Explosions!

Reviews

[Emily B]

I'm waiting for one huge-a*s brail blast pattern actually . . . it could sound like the ringing of a telephone

it could be anything

[Ed Hart]

all '-isms' and '-ities' are diseases of the mind...maybe thinking is too

[Amy Bumpas]

You seem in some of your poems to be against religion and its
following...this is very powerful, like a smack to the face kind
of thing.

[Kenneth The Poet]

This is an explosive work. Seriously, your satirizings of religion are one of the reasons I keep reading. That SCUD missile image is classic.

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