Church Lurch

speaking in tongues,

passionless,

 

lies cut meat,

truths slice tendon,

 

he warbling

skewed Gospel,

 

while sweating

razor lies and naked

indiscretions,

 

his eyes

 

wild predators

hunting me hard,

 

lions

with radar

 

and soul-

piercing teeth.

 

I try to make

withering in horror

 

look like a friendly

smile.

Reviews

[Libby]

Love it, I'll also take this moment tell you that I was very amused by your 'About' description. c:

[roarke]

So the question is how did you end up there in the first place?
just askin'

I can see Daniel Day Lewis monologuing this piece. yep.

[Ed Hart]

i'm sorry you had to go through that, and everything else...as my squirrel cousins would say, you must be a hard nut to crack...oh, this is wondrously hilarious

[Robin]

I just slammed my palm flat upon the table with a oh hell yeah ! ah the perils of proselytization ...

[SkinlessFrank]

i guess i'm not the only one who hides from pastors and priests...a little gem of a poem

[Moflo]

Great job pulling this together in the end, nicely written. You conveyed emotion very superbly. I like the format too. Nicely written.

[Seshat Nidaba]

I often feel an equal measure of horror in church, or like all those allegations of male sexual abuse. Somehow, this reminds me of that. An evocative piece.