haunted
I am an unanswerable mystery to myself
pain
griefs food
belief in uncertainty
is like a medicine that makes me ill
loving the danger of things
like a tender murder
or the superstitious atheist
or the oversexed who convert to Catholicism
in a tither of religiosity
I lift Mother Mary's dress for a taste
irreducibly splintered inside
I feel
religion is quiet like the dead
and im pulsing sin
passionate perverted and metaphysical
a lover of hard headed whores
and goo girls
whispering pussy things in my ear
oooow mercy of nakedness
she holds my cock like a gun
pulls the trigger
and i pop her
panting she bleeds out butter scum
got her good
that big hearted schlong sucking
criminal
the Devil has his contemplatives
as does God
and Christians say fuck that
This is an intertextual piece
