Sunday, May 25, 2014

Poem: When am I going to be religious? (June 2, 2008)

When am I going to be religious?
After all these moments I’ve prayed—
Damn! I hate myself—

I don’t want to be crucified.
Guilt! it makes me laugh. I would
deceive, cheat, hate, or kill,

(if I want—)


Every death is perfected
by an infinitive duration—
so alone like my rotten heart!


June 2, 2008

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