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
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
-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
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
Praise the decay
Gauge out the rotten
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
Sin is just our loves placed out of order.