THE TIMES SIN HAS TRESPASSED ON MY PLEASURE 

           

The heart is deceitful above all things, and desperately wicked: who can know it?

                                                                                                         -Jeremiah 17:9 KJV


I am a construction

Site made in his image cast in his

Mold branch of his tree splayed lips fingers

 

Bedtime

Raised me to believe my family would run to the hills

Mark of the beast betraying domesticity

Credit cards snipped phones tripped - but all

For Jesus so it’s OK

On my knees mouth full

With supplication I am

Close         so close

Closer to god than ever before

Ocean stream gulley storm drain

Flush me

 

Goodbye

 

                    -I want to be good I want to be good I want to be good

 

                    -Feel the way your mouth moves when you say his holy name

 

I have learnt to rinse

The rice

Until the water runs clear

Transparent cheek eyelid aureole of your love              -oh god

But you see, I am bruised with sin

Busied with skin

 

                    -What are you gonna do about it?  

 

Burn down the dancehall disco nightclub theatre back alley stage bedroom

The lips we don’t see in the dark

Please

Plead

Praise the decay

Gauge out the rotten

Inward spiral

Helix induced inheritance of spoilt prayers

 

                    -What is all this?

 

Take me back mewling new

Areola hip split lip desire

Cracked brittle with the cold

Stretch out the heavens like a curtain

Rent and penetrate

 

                    -Wait, you’ve tried it before haven’t you?

 

Infinitely wicked inherently corrupt made like him to mirror him be him flesh of his what am I?

 

                    -I want to be good I want to be I

                    -I want

                    -I

 

Sin is just our loves placed out of order.