notes from inside

Nov 15, 2013 12:09

I pissed your wine with a knife's touch
God's meat arrived, broke my heart
whatever

I seemed twisted around your spine
murders started fires with sex
Hell wondered what the fuck
its nights were doing

welcome to the Cross that won't stop bleeding

she said her urine was drowning
in my spirit, dripping on
a welcoming Cross that belonged
to the Lamb's bruised melodies

sometimes they stare down orgasms
strangers arrived to late to die neatly

touch kills what's already dead
we kiss head and fall over wonders
God doesn't notice

pubic knives shoot stars at night
whoever breaks down Man's melodies
should email smiles to Eve who
refuses to nail the serpent who raped her

sexting her your illusions is no
guarantee that we'll recognize the snake
that violated Adam's Eve

a broken rib is an approximate
unreal time that got under
God's skin and provoked the murder
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