Of Faith

I just wrote this a few days ago. It's hard to say what compelled me, I think I had something of the insane, albeit benign, screaming to climb out of me. I wanted to write in nonsense, but I don't think I ever lost myself enough to succeed.

I believe

in the Holy Father-

I stake my claim

in the asylum

with the saints

and lunatics;

all of us

too knowing for this world.

I believe

in the communal sprit-

the blood, the bread,

the birds shall have my bones

and I will throw my body

to the ocean,

to be the shield,

the carapace,

of the tiny fish

as they gorge on my tongue.

I heard the word

and it was good,

far better than the world

too full of damned and dead

and those too foolish to realise

that we only aborted

ourselves.

The conjugal bond was signed

as soon as we were born,

the contract consecrated

upon our own conception.

Give away

what is not yours;

none of it is anyone’s-

we should not be made

of what we’ve bought,

but be one with everything

and our neighbour

be the sun