Left hand on the bible, right on Denim bulge

Squirm past squeezing palms
Clenching snake, pulled from the grass
More slither than green
Torturous in grip

Alcohol is one of several
lubricants needed in love
Pulsating, Swollen, past fiery red thumb tack
Crimson Inflating balloon
Deep in thought of the
Dandelion Drip drip
Past the tip

This is what life is
Pass the ball
Back and forth
Waiting to score
On the Pew

She’s warm
Strained mushroom
Ecstatic she feels like the love of Jesus
a collage of pieces of impregnated
Maple Syrup stick tissue

My savior
The drip drip daffodil
Feels just like
My savior
Oh God.
Oh.

Untitled

I thought of a new book title
“I Piss Mountain Dew”
“Men Load Semen in My Ass Like Pipe Tobacco”
“I Fucked the Pope’s Extended Family”
“It’s the Children that Will Shoot You Down in the Night”
“The First Lady has a Halo of Herpes Around her Woo Hoo”
“Poetry is nutrition for the Post Mortem”
“The Glimmers of Human Suffering is Found After the Temple is Hollow”
“Grey Skies Are Meant to Be Filled With Ink Like Empty Notebooks”
“The Church Rapes more than it Redeems”
“Repent with the last Bit of Blood in Your Menstruation”
“Everytime I Write a Poem it’s Like Losing My Virginity Again.”
“Vodka is the Only Place I was Able to be a Saint”
“Gangrene and My Cock Falls to the Floor”
“I Would Like To sTRangle EACH of MY EX-LOVERS And String Their head like Chinese lanterns.”
“This Book Won’t Make The Money to Pay for The Toilet Paper I Used Writing it.”
“I Masturbate To a Picture of Johnny Depp for 73 Days straight”
“To weep for you is wrapping paper after Christmas”

One good one.

I want to become a poet
So I can write one good one
On paper better than the poem itself

Show the girls with the glazed look
And the slack jaw
And have sex for the rest of my life

I want to write one good poem
And when the critics and scholars
Crucify me
They’ll have to choke past a wadded piece
Of jagged literature first

To show my family
What a PHD in words and letters can do.
I want one good poem.

The Sermon of Christ

I have something to say
Words to flow from the lips
Like red wine in the gullet
The blood of Christ

I have new lands to conquer
Achievements to conspire
The boldest of moves to make
The manifest destiny
Of poetry

Tearing down the house
And building a new foundation
Raping the earth and God’s creation
In His holy name

The children beaten, maimed
The bull brandished, bruised
Can never be tamed
The indecency inspired by name