the gospel and the fall of the modern day cliché

[gaybot]

i write down spirituals and sing them backwards
i listen to strings and needles
weave a beautiful sound for harpoon lovers
filigree in the flesh of another's dream
they awake to the same sound repeated to them
like church bells on a wedding day.
i slipped on icing all the way down the aisle
i sat in the second pew behind a woman with a hat
the size of kingdom come.
i saw the origins of womankind from the shores
of Ghana to the plains of Adelaide.
i am disconnected yet interconnected at the same.
the woman inside me is angry.
and she yells every time he smiles.
she knows the only reason he stands there
is because he is getting paid.
the gospel according to him is flawed.
he prophesizes the down fall of the modern day.
i say hey man that was yesterday.
so get into today. and forget the apocalypse.
it was cliché
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