give me a goblet
give me thorns
give me a cross
I’ll make a martyr
made of bones and
putrid sweat collecting
behind knees still
covered by unmistakable
flesh and soaked with
a crime that I’d commit
again and again just to
conjure up some old magic
that requires eyes and lies
for you to cook up in that
kill me with a wave brain
that I’d shove my scars in
up to the hilt if you’d only
let me in three times or
five if you’d prefer or just
call me Lucifer if you can’t
find a brighter star to
make your way by so you
could point me some direction
with a misdirection of would
have should have never could
be your intimidation only
urged me on as I sat with a
vacant stare at what I thought
was your heart but it was just
a lump of meat that rots and
leaves a stench that I can not
wash off though you were able
to wash the stink of mine
pointedly from your boots just
as soon as you made it out of
my clutches that I called an
embrace of everything you
ever were to anyone so I
nail myself down again because
it’s the only thing that makes sense
out of these senses that I can
no longer trust I’ve got some sort
of disorder when it comes to the
breaking down of what my veins
assured me most assuredly so I
follow ghosts through buildings
and see you in every shadow
menacing over my body but it
doesn’t matter because it was all
smoke whether I blew it in your
face or not so why shouldn’t I?
and as dead and buried as I
may be now I realize that
I walked on water for you but
you were looking for someone
who could swim when
you threw them in

01/09/2007

Posted on 01/10/2007
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