how do you
tell someone
you want to respect
that you cannot
read their minds
what an awkward place to be
when the other thinks
you have been able
to this whole while
how do you
tell someone
you want to respect
that you cannot
read their minds
what an awkward place to be
when the other thinks
you have been able
to this whole while
With muted voice and projection through nostrils
Pretending to know what he’s doing
With that pious man bun and beard on display
So I waved back with my left hand and finger
Waiting for him to notice what I was doing
I would have shouted,
‘Hey! Dick with ears!
Stop pretending you know what you’re doing!’
But we all were mid-prayer
And it’s not like I’m hiding my feelings anymore
So a prolonged hand wave back sufficed for now
I even wrote in the book of petitions
'Stop pretending there is no problem’
I don’t expect any confrontation
But even then I'd ask what the problem is
And if one points a finger
I’ll simulate his retarded hand waving tempo gesture
with my right hand
I wonder why it matters
if we don’t get our buttholes
and bellybuttons back
Does one really need a particle
of the shell that once was food for the worms?
Will we need barbers, doctors, and cobblers too?
What if people imagined
a world with only one return
and one promise
transpiring long ago?
Supposedly this tenet is serious
Sheepherders are looking
for moving targets
It’s not just concerning
It’s very concerning
They will hunt you down
and dismember you
It will be horrific
Even God won't be able to reassemble you on the last day.
Imagine bodies absorbed
by tree roots
and fire
Another chopped
into pieces
by car crash or grenade
Others chewed
and digested
by bears
sharks
and politicians
Wandering organs
reassembled into earth
Centuries of worms
Shitting out the flesh of saints
Then the Scriptures
will finally
be fulfilled
The last Adam returns
as promised
to the adamah
In this year of one next to another
We all chose together
But before we filled our bellies with lobster and banana tempura
I said ‘done’ in sudden silence and darkness
I was finished before the image of God, too.
I threw it all away below peels not quite good enough
Not even for worms
Again, I should have seen this coming
What the hell
I saw this coming from the beginning
But now it’s done
Done
I quit
I can’t breathe
It’s just foolish
I’ve been here before
Just not with mist and breath
My heart tightens in my chest
I could have hid longer
She deserves better
The three do too
May I sing
Again
Love
In this eleventh year,
On this night we all shared?
Eleven years today
You would have loved her
It’s too bad you only met her mom
I’m not surprised by that though
She only ever seems to care about others
She only ever seems to open arms wide
She only ever seems to lavish God’s praise
To craft another position paper in her mind
Like your ex with his fantasy family
Please tell Jesus I love him
Eleven years today
You are
the reason I write
the inspiration I snuggle
the poem of poems
the treasure of this story
words can't describe
A glimmer of hope
A sliver of salvation
A blip of baptisms
Eighty six in one day
Some random dude I don't know
Is excited
Please pray
Your little cult made this possible
Your free labor made this possible
Tomorrow, more will be saved
Eighty six more, all because of you
Some random dad I don't know
Look at you
Living the dream