It's a God Thing. You Wouldn't Know.

I'm Shooting up
In the basement
of church.
The Dark Sludge is floating
inside me.
Its my Brothers birthday.
& I am In this Citadel
Of Ugly
Happiness.
Time to bring some style upstairs
where their hails
&
Amen's
Are coming from.
I Limp and drool
my way over to them.
I Open the doors.
& Stick my hands in the air.
While i drool& limp.
And i Sing!
I Chant!
And the fools,
those mutts sing with me!
They receive me as one of their own.
They put their hands on me.
And we cry and sing celebrating life.
None were more alive then I.
I knew then.
Truly God was there.
& My man.
He was Fucking High.