The Fallen Priest Explains
God loves us
like a cat loves
a mouse.
Likes to keep
us alive for
a while.
Just for fun.
Oh come on!
Like you
wouldn't do
the same,
if positions
were reversed.
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82%
82% of Americans say
they believe in miracles.
So what the hell is
going on?
Heads are lowered.
Heroes sag beneath the norm.
I am waiting for salvation at
the bus stop,
trusting the real
to be real, no matter
what official sources
say.
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We Like
We like to see
people stumble.
We pray with
one eye open,
hoping to catch
someone peeking.
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Why Should I?
Why save it,
when it leaves
such a grimace
on your noble
face?
Let's become assassins,
pledging ourselves to
some impossibly
glorious crime
instead.
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We Two
In my mind
your careless
arm is thrown
nonchalantly
across my shoulder.
Your warm lips
whisper in my ear.
Finding we have
tongues, we chatter
like swallows
in the twilight.
Finding we have
silence, we sit
together like
two stones
in the garden.
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Make Yourself Small
Make yourself very small,
then it won't eat you.
Sail between the teeth.
Swim the infinite gulfs.
Wash up on the shore
of the heart.
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I Have a Knack
I have this ability
to detect nobility.
My eyes are
sensitive to the light.
This is why I would
serve you,
if you were king
(and you are).
This is why you would
give me the keys
to your treasure house,
your harem.
I would move through the place
like a shadow;
I would be by your shoulder
when you called.
You would give me
the honor of the first
bite from your plate,
the first sip from
your cup.
You know it would
be this way
whether you sat
upon a throne
of gold,
or a green, grassy
hillock.
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Jack the Ripper Once Said to Me:
Is it not comical
that by daylight
one could
mistake me
for a doctor?
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Fear
Angelic lovers flock
around me.
If I move my hand
to clasp a pen,
they scatter.
What are they
afraid of,
that I'll finally
learn to praise?
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Scam
The power of this love
is so great, it can turn
you into a God.
What a wonder,
turning gold to gold.
Don't listen to that
con artist.
His one desire is to cheat,
to steal that which you never had,
to sell you that which you never lost.
You know the line.
You buy that?
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What Would People Say
I fear the intimacy
of some one
murdering me
with his or her
bare hands.
I am not sure
what such closeness
would do to us.
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And a Secret One at That
Our correspondence has taken on
the wonderful taint of a forbidden
vice.
Every time I open a letter
it is like getting a call from a
dominatrix named "Lola".
When I send something off,
it is like standing at a payphone,
late at night,
rain pouring down,
just to hear a voice,
send Morse code:
long breaths,
short gasps.
