Paperback angels
Biro marked wings, lined to perfection
Shaded religion covers her eyes in
Shadows of disbelief in her own truth
A desolate church floats in the back
Of her mind, as she becomes transparent
To the poetry of her own elegance
A foreign language drives her to speak
In tongues in which lift the spirit
Pictures painted from incomplete
Memories, suddenly fading into
Artistic text books of a rich mans
Legacy; weaving a tapestry of sworn
Lies, a fairy tale of rapture and
Hope! Pencils dance as they
Erase our intelligence, & our
Ability of logical thought
Merely slides away into the hands
Of a god of flesh and blood,
A god of breath & mortality!
‘Morality is a must’ the preacher sang
As he held a bottle tight to chest
& In the same sentence muttered
Words of sexual intentions
Visit me from the pages
Reveal your flesh for silver
For inked existence has really
Began to take its toll on my
Patience… my lord!
Do you live in the heart of man?
Well perform open-heart surgery
Without the anaesthetic, as if you
Are truly the masters of my soul?
Surely you would not bring harm
To your child’s nervous system!
Fine ignore me…
I’d rather reign in hell
Than serve in heaven anyway.
I’m sorry, I can’t believe in you.