haunted
I am an unanswerable mystery to myself

pain
griefs food

belief in uncertainty
is like a medicine that makes me ill
loving the danger of things
like a tender murder
or the superstitious atheist
or the oversexed who convert to Catholicism

in a tither of religiosity
I lift Mother Mary's dress for a taste

irreducibly splintered inside
I feel
religion is quiet like the dead
and im pulsing sin
passionate perverted and metaphysical
a lover of hard headed whores
and goo girls
whispering pussy things in my ear

oooow mercy of nakedness
she holds my cock like a gun
pulls the trigger
and i pop her
panting she bleeds out butter scum

got her good
that big hearted schlong sucking
criminal

the Devil has his contemplatives
as does God
and Christians say fuck that