Puke Poetry

Heart like a hand grenade, fully-automatic weapon for a mind.

Wednesday, December 06, 2006

three heil marys

as cited in
left food, right
backhand and
long hair, buzzcut
that baby's golden
no more love
cause beauty's swollen
immortal and vindictive
in the hands of the beholder
heart and liver of the believer
it's gospel and
blasphemous
invisible, invincible
insatiable and inconsolable
and i've got
a hole in my head
the size of the word "but"
perma-open wound
to have, hold, and control
forever and ever
always and never
say it or just
kiss the bullet and say
amen.

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