Tuesday, September 22, 2009
Friday, September 18, 2009
Tuesday, September 8, 2009
is an acolyte cloaked by the night. All remnants
of human devoid in his skin.
A boy cries. nobody is around
to hear him.
Who are you? A possession--an ascent to great,
ignominious passion. Catechumen.
Sometimes sweat hardens like bacon fat & grit. The children suck greedily from a nun’s tits. Her milk, a holocaust stain. A venomous liquor recognized only by snakes…
You wept Jesus where she hit you last.