God Called In Sick Today
Lets admire the pattern forming. Murderous filigree.
Im caught in the twisting of the vine. Go ascend with ivy, climbing.
Ignore and leave for me the headstone crumbling behind. I cant
help my laughter as she cries.
My soul brings tears to angelic eyes.
Lets amend the classic story, close it so beautifully, Ill
let animosity unwind.
Steal away the darkened pages, hidden so shamefully. Ill still
feel the violence of the lines.
I cant stand my laughter as they cry. My soul brings tears to
angelic eyes.
And miles away my mother cries. Omnipotence, nurturing malevolence.
