Not of God

Unorthodox Scriptures

[thebastarddoe]

About stupid

I painted you sacred, Despite the hollow Pocs and voids you're made of, I shadowed you In grace But a devil is still Filth beneath White Lace

[thebastarddoe]

Hand me down

Ornate paper ships Are lovely in the Half-light, Whimsical, sheer Simplicity, As significant as Melting ice, like Counting snowflakes, They dissolve before The dawn.

[thebastarddoe]

A daisy and the primrose

A glass jar of daisies Waits, They are humble, And not the wild Orchids you dream Of, They are plain, They will never be The prim Rose

[thebastarddoe]

Drained

You only thought The fruit was good Because Someone told you It was, Before that, You spat half-chewed Comments between Peels and pits, You don’t know What’s funny Or the value of Hope Despite stonewalls, You are silly, palpable Puty, the product Of electronic Relationships, Mindless

[thebastarddoe]

Dolce

A captured verse Of an old lullaby, I thought I heard you Humming, Was that love stirring Your wanderlust, Evening eyes Or the smoky smolder Of lust? Do you think I will not bite The red ripe skin Inside your lips, Savoring The way sections Of a blood orange Feel between my teeth?

[thebastarddoe]

Number 9

An unripe nerve Bright green, Burnless or worse, Empty white space, Dim, Tripped outlet Blown fuse, a Void

[thebastarddoe]

Humid nights

With the same teeth you bite Forbidden flesh You demand unfettered Loyalty, Bit by piece; All of me, Your Oracle eyes Are steeped and Murky, Disturbed, I look So fragile In them

[thebastarddoe]

Cardboard houses

Two hundred and twenty two trips To the furthest corner And around again With mildewed books Cracked dishes and Christmas things, The trees all grow Toward the sun, Rents come due Wedding bells Sound and the rain Still falls, My tattered bags Are fraying

[thebastarddoe]

Dividend

I wasn't coy, Dry or insidious Enough, I grew sea sick From the constant Stroking, Numb from The curt goodbyes That were doors left Open and dropped Calls, The symptoms of second Best

[thebastarddoe]

The grieving

Her life would have been More remarkable Had she not Rewritten her eulogy Each night before The witching moon, Had she flown Summers sooner, And kept a still Tongue, Her death, The slow dredge Of a famished herd, The dragged breaths Are sacs of water Struggled back To camp, She was always empty, A vacant hotel, No place like Home

[thebastarddoe]

The wind she roars

That dark dash, Written off As daydreams or Afterthoughts, And a demon waits, Blunted intuition Stares blankly As the signs Pass by, Will you stand there, Even as I call out, Even as your house Falls down around You?

[thebastarddoe]

Goldeneyes

As the porous wood Of a shipwreck swells, Your ego precedes you, I remember when You remembered Humility, And the art of Never revealing Everything you know, A teacher once and Humble, Power, you said, Is like money, if you Fall in love with it, It will consume You

[thebastarddoe]

Choke

Some signals can't Sound, Some bottles sail The oceans wild, Bobbing strange waters, Anomalies sprout from Typical circumstances, Nature sometimes Mutates, Some truths wait To be unearthed

[thebastarddoe]

Yard sale

I watch my life's worth Weathering summer's end, A stranger takes my Grandmother's legacy, I tell myself it lives Inside of me, But I became numb And accustomed to Hoarding guarded symbols Of who I was and who I am trying to be, Everything's two for A dollar...even My father's only Heirloom, Every sale stirs this Gravity I feel so far away watching who I was Wait like me For some meaning

[thebastarddoe]

Charted breaths

I've outgrown those chain link Fences keeping The grass back, Order, even if staggered, Undoes me, Stripmalls, hot neon Pink sex, carnival sounds And beaches bore me, Houses stuffed into rows Are swollen books Wedged on the shelves, Only to see and never to Read, I heard my neighbor Sigh Through two walls- We are All one and I can't run Far enough... Dandelion whites Sail across September's Last golden rod, It reminds me of So many things, Of the long, numb Sickness that was my Life, You sit on your porch Every year to watch, And still I sit with you.

[thebastarddoe]

Premium grass seed

Yards of yellow Paisley caught In the corner Of my eye, Hopeful- A sky full of Kites, a new Shade of midnight, Not the plight of Your second best Pawn, I see the truth In your murky Halloween eyes, But the seasons pass So quickly here, This yellow barely Whispers

[thebastarddoe]

Henhouse

The spry fox, You think, Clever red and Quick- Run then... I chase Nothing