Sunday, December 20, 2009


Before the world ends,
Before I scream my final scream
As if the sky were glass
I could bring down upon myself.

Before consequence eats the fettered
Rotting flesh of the heart
And sin spits and licks
Our ashen mouth dry with leathery cracked tongues.

Before this fatherless bastard universe
Collapses down on us
I'll speak the name
You've given to me
In a moan or whisper
You called me Judas or lover.
Then asked
Are they not both the same?

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