Meat me at three For a carnal embrace Since that’s shift change Round these parts– When the trash takes out the poison & the needle runs away With the spoon. Meet me, Jesus, Meat me Make me an instrument Of thy body bread Flesh to flesh Clay to clay A gospel garbled On the killing floor. Eat me Beat me You complete me At three in the hay hem When I’m lying wide awake (got that streetlamp thru the window) Either you come to come Or else I’m gonna swallow more sickness Gonna garrotte this night Only way I know how By the neck neck neck Till it is dead dead dead. Morning in the ashes I dust X’s on my eyelids Repent recant relent Swear promises I’ll never keep Write lines of miles before I sleep. Time flows so slow Like limpid courses in the crevice Is it possible to change? Really change?
I read this as one of the most honest and raw prayers ever uttered. It brings the whole mess of being human to the altar and asks its question anyway, wanting so badly for the answer to be yes. <3
I read this as one of the most honest and raw prayers ever uttered. It brings the whole mess of being human to the altar and asks its question anyway, wanting so badly for the answer to be yes. <3
I am definitely asking you to blurb my poetry book (if I ever put one out). Thanks for all your kind words
I’d be honored. <3
Gonna garrotte this night 🖤
incredible piece and a pleasure for earholes
From my mouth to yr ears
everyday thank god!
A delight to read and appreciate in the creative side of my brain as well.
Intense. And what Petra said!
"Repent recant relent
Swear promises I’ll never keep
Write lines of miles before I sleep."
I repent,
swear I'll reach my goals while rarely making it,
but often write miles of lines before I sleep.
2 out of 3 ain't too bad, is it?
You’re on the right track. Keep going
Thank you so much.