13 September 2020

Postcard 188

Oh Faith
Once again, I have taken mad religion too seriously
Which is it -- gods or over the counter manuals?
I'm trying to convince with show dont tell
Jesus Christ! "Thankfully my lover-priest, my sacrifice, aother
found succor in these cruel witches I know of," for instance
Like the old Doctor had firm capability -- like me but not muddy. Clean
Sterile. professional. What you desire but pristine. I'm tired
of trying to convince how desperate life can be. Get it
while you can. How tender can we see ourselves
in awesome relief? I drink you like the sea
What can you doubt? Feel my hands, my scars. I am here
Thank god I found relief. You leave me
a bag of teeth & two commerce manifestos -- Gottman PHd
his bland apocalypse in a dustjacket. Are you the whore
of Babylon or daughter of Danville CA Cheryl and Steve
Magic. Witches. Gods. Moons. I drank dangerously
I worshipped, bled, went nightswimming 
in your bottomless sea. For this? Lifetime
movie eight essential dates betrayal. You 
betrayed me. Better watch what standards you seek
I take all this magic talk serious after all.
I'm taking a sabbatical

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