I Absolve Thee!

They embraced the trojan stallion with arms wide open.

X--------------------------------------------------------X

"Father, I have a confession to make."
(hands tighten, sweat pours)
"I killed my wife."
(the choir bursts forth)
"I abused her all this time."
(the child was innocent)
"Cheated on her fidelity."
(forehead glistens)
"Took advantage of her--"
(muscles tear vermillion)
"but she never looked more beautiful
than--"
(a thousand angels die)
"lying dead in her own pool of blood."
(vermillion like the purest)
"Beautiful"
(rose)

X----------------------------------------------------------X

Floating, crucifix as if to sacrifice
your radiant, pristine existence
to the very people you loved
the same who want you dead.

X----------------------------------------------------------X

Slippery, tight and wet.
No that isn't the pussy
of a newly wed wanting
to give her virginity away.

No.

That is your finger on
the trigger - as you point
the heavy, formidable .45
to the temple of your head.

X-----------------------------------------X

The trojan stallion written in retrospect.

Echoes

I think best when I'm driving; I don't know why.

I wish the average person was a little more (smart?) compassionate.

Our thoughts reveal our bias.

One cannot truly claim to be a man unless one has

(sinned) saved another's life?


Life is conceived by a clot of filthy blood. Perhaps that is why no amount of water can cleanse a sinner's soul?

Our thoughts are easily disseminated. Perhaps that is why we are so easily marginalised?

I wish that fucking Santa Claus didn't get stuck in the chimney. Our friend Satan didn't commit the same idiotic mistake.

The echoes bounce a maddening tune of reality. Why is it that we drive on with high beams as if to say

(what was that again?)


Stupid.

ignite

Human beings can only equate meaningful sentiment as a direct result of loss and missappropriation.

Happiness exists only because of the knowledge and experience of sadness. That is a given. However, what is perhaps more chilling is that love means nothing to humans if they did not
love
some people
more
than others.