eternal rest by Jared OrlandoJesus came to me in a dream
and I know this because he was
shining,
rose-gold-gleaming-bright,
and his mouth
was filled with
perfect teeth-like-icebergs
and I never felt that way before,
wanting to kiss a man,
only to extract the
glory from his tongue
and when I awoke,
with a smile
longer than the Fertile Crescent,
I cursed myself
for not believing
because so many things
would be easier.
When I went back to sleep,
I dreamed of the Devil
petting my ahead
while I vomited
into a bucket of fire.
10/03/2017 Posted on 10/03/2017 Copyright © 2024 Jared Orlando
Member Comments on this Poem |
Posted by Rob Littler on 10/04/17 at 04:29 AM a little religiosity goes a long way |
Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 10/08/17 at 06:28 PM Love this. Stark, imaginative, the several meanings one can take from the title, the focus on what some humans seem to think are the only possibilities beyond. |
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