cold rainy morning

you remember nancy anne; a closet man who wore pants again; and then.
and people gasped and children dansed as jesus stood. he began to speak-
he began to speak-he told sir devil- it is you-you flame.
become the fire lit with gasoline just like
the lies you smiled between the sheets of
some womans —
c u n t

you silly moo. you dumb fucking mutt. youre nothing but a
cocksucker now.

for the Love of Wisdom.

it is you that must forgive. it is from your blood and breath
it is from your unleashed sin; your stiff mandator; oh, yeah,
scream my name out loud- demean an endeavor of

people

who might have loved you more had it not been
suffo-coating false pride with sexy fat dimples.

why IS there such an Invention as this- false pride;

i know. you are too. dying to know; ive got nothing
better to do. and at best! this is where I think about
and chance to write out loud-on any hour- any time-