11/14/12

A particularly important poem; marks the beginning of a major life event.

if every sleeve pulled past your fingertips
could do its job with hinting at more...

dressed in black
dark uniforms for
the drafted soldiers
jewels of broken glass
and thorns
crown our heads
queens of the gutter
children of the skyscrapers

the houses stare
as I walk past
an invader of
the perfectly organized peace
like a labyrinth
of white fence
carefully constructed bliss

my skin parts for
the red sea
Jesus, our lord and savoir
splits me
rubies leak like
infatuation and lust
beading like lotus fruit
I am in love
with the awful scarlet

the truth covers my hands
god is in me, and he is speaking--
revelations, elation, decimation
of an illusion so honest
through a forked tongue I promise:
no, never again.
then the venom comes
and inside I am still.