The Preacher's Wife

11.26.13


The Preacher's Wife


Go ahead

Preach on

about

how
it hurts


Use
the good book

of
your mouth;
go south

spit dirt
to teach us - church


Looking
now

As though somehow
with puffed out chest
you - pounding proud

then standing first
keep slinging earth

with well-dressed lips
covered in smirks


To light your lies
for those who buy

Whom
you would tell
to make me wrong

Direct, so well

the crowds - I've seen you work


Word?


My patience fails
I tuck my tail

in shriveled silence
shit - combines it

Correspondence
brings despondence

love has slipped to
jaundice

make it worse - jump on it

This page wears ink
like vomit


Well then

All I can say is


Fuck

you


'One-ing' myself
within
sentence

Subtle terrorizing
with
your intentions

The road to hell
loose pavement
plied

I tried;
through crass convincings

Your

claim of "youth"
as truth
has bent

becomes
your proof - defensive


Not only preside
with a twinkle in your eye

You're also
a full-fledged member


Believing that bullshit

Remember