Thursday, October 22, 2015

The New Whipping

The best sex
I've ever had
was when
I was closest
to God.

We happened to be
in his bathroom.

He was watching us
through the window.

He rang the mission bells
to signal
to the world
that love
could be made
anywhere.

Even right
in His own
toilet.

I thought I could hear
the residual sounds
of the mission.

The whipping
of innocent
brown women and children,
who didn't know
about Him.

But then,
I realized
it was the moans
from our love making
banishing out
the ghosts
of the past.


Tuesday, October 20, 2015

One Fine Day

The definition for
insanity,
according to the Chinese,
is:
doing the same things
over and over,
expecting
different results.

I see this
everywhere.

People digging
deeper
and deeper
into the same hole
all of their lives.

There's no chance
of climbing out.

I can feel it
on their skin.

I can hear it
in their voices.

I can smell it,
even before
they've entered
the room.

Insanity
eating
away.

It's true,
we are
creatures of habit.

But this is
too much
to witness
everyday.

I've got to stop
looking at others
and go out
into the woods
or under some forgotten bridge
and stare
at nothing.

Nothing
doesn't mind
changing.

I can only
hope
to follow
its lead.