Bow-Bend-Break

Feeling caught, stuck in God’s hypothetical conversation.
Nothing like him, nothing like them.
Just ordinary and irresponsible.
Rama and Jesus toy with me, threatening debt collections.
I see this for what it is, out of hymn books and mythological mantras.
Dizzied by the nirvana.
Which holy right keeps me scratching at the door, faltering on each sin that snuffles at my own?
Crush me with sandalwood beads and drown my lungs in incense.
My blood is yours and bleeds a pious pigment.
Down on such bended knees.
How long till it ends, or until the world is created?
Leave me to count the spines of the leviathan that I follow down into the deep.
To the innermost depths of an Edenistical land washed clean by the flood.
Sipping antibiotics and feasting on scraps.
Clipping my own wings.

Little red lie

Do you want to go higher?
Watch the burning battlements from up above?
Smile down upon those shores that glisten like the tears of Rama.
You tried to pull the world in, hold it close and deep within.
A monster holding onto a butterfly.
Lost in its tantric world of escape.
To call yourself God’s equal, left an oily taste in your mouth.
A sulphur of sorrow that seeped into your gums.
You closed your eyes and looked away when the pain came.
When those fortresses fell.
The day Atlantis crawled back into the sea.
Cross your fingers and tell them tales.
Scratch their backs with the fingers of fortune.
A deer in the headlights.
A lemming on the edge of the cliff.
Idolaters and wishful hearts all joined in the chorus and ring.
Sending songs up to Satan, asking him to pray.
Grounded the bibles into powder to pepper the young’s milk.
Forgetting they already suckle at your sanctomized teat.