the lord knows a Gossip

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
youve got good blood

Submitted: May 22, 2013

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Jesus, you've got good blood, you'd never kill any woman,

so long as science, like the modern man says,

searches for you in spite of paltering eyes and false smells,

since heaven never refused any thinking man, any

person guarding against snaking epiphanies in the guise of white-gloved

old ladies (she's the falsely living, the mortal cowardly

devil):

notice how a grandmother always buys the pricier perfume,

a thick urinary sort, 'cause it has to be strong,

has to cover all the smells of herself

she's afraid to find lingering on her clothes.

and is it any wonder that she's always cold?

although, it's not that her pinked-grey skin is too loose to hold all the christly

warmth issued from inside her ribs, or her crisply dry hairs falling

as dissenting stars, or her eyes, opal white, being the reflective

bleached concrete that measures corpses for cedar jackets, or even her

face's open hollows letting time-biting frost to form on her brain.

no, i wouldn't say it's anything like that but the cold shadow

of God's heel over her hoarfrost head.


but like i said, He's a Southern Gentleman and in August all

the sky's sore holes open and His mint julep eyes

come peering at me just as i spill my soda on His pages.

the caffeine and paper acids hiss at each other

and eat His gently polygamist words and their

black, punctual children.

 


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