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< another god-damned easter poem >
most of you was naked
i
on the other hand
was getting close
to the end of the conveyer belt
dumping us off into the abyss
or
into all the chocolate we'd ever want
but
there was no way to find out
which
it was
it seems that way with us
all of us who vowed
to always sleep naked under the same sheet
now you can walk up on the proverbial street
and ask either of us this question
and get a reply like you'd expect
from nazis at nuremburg
or commies before HUAC
or some poor queer bastard
needing a break from a judge of 85 who knows
this pervert should be damned
i can't help any of this
i tell myself i got to take a shower
and wash all this off for an hour or two
wash the sins like the girl called christ
(she was in drag)
that died
or didn't
a few days from now
i have no idea what to make of all that
these people come to my door
and tell me one thing
and after 3am on TV
some other people tell me ten other things
but all of them
want me to send my money
where can i find christ
so i can give it directly to him?
will it burn my hands when i do this?
will i perish in fire for some vile perversion
that i forgot about?
or will i be forgiven?
i really need to be forgiven
like everyone i know needs to be forgiven
for watching the starving people on TV
for truely feeling compassion
for about 15 seconds
till the next commercial tells me
to buy corn chips
and I WILL
oh god i promise I WILL
buy them
and eat each one savoring it
as it changes to YOU my CHRIST
changes on this EASTER of remembrance
changes to the flesh of the flesh i am eating
and grows large in me
i sometimes think of the child i am to bear
of my mother telling me
i could never do this because i was a boy
but i never could believe her
and i refuse to this day
i will become large with my savior
i will give birth to some salvation
and the truth that has always escaped me
shall be evident to this child
which i will press from me
in pain and victory
like the rock
upon which all that follows will be built
- - -
Published 23rd Apr 2011
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23rd Apr 2011 12:09pm
...all power to your elbow at this Easter time of chocolatelusciousness, Raybo - may your frog go forth & multiply with line after poignant line.
Even the cat perked up for a moment after this one.
Best ~ Abra
Even the cat perked up for a moment after this one.
Best ~ Abra
26th Apr 2011 9:51am
even the cat? perked up? fucking zombie jesus!
i shall inform the frog forthwith.
i shall inform the frog forthwith.
Anonymous
23rd Apr 2011 3:10pm
An excellent sequence of thoughts, sometimes maddening, sometimes funny, sometimes insightful, but always Ray Heinrich. :)
26th Apr 2011 9:53am
24th Apr 2011 7:09pm
I liked how you took the idea of greed and presented it in that act of eating something - an inverted communion. And how that made the transformation that gradually happened a bit more sour than the triumphant it seemed, being born our of phrases like 'all the chocolate we'd ever want,' and 'all of them want me to send my money'.
"i can't help any of this
i tell myself i got to take a shower
and wash all this off for an hour or two,"
I love the way that reads.
"i can't help any of this
i tell myself i got to take a shower
and wash all this off for an hour or two,"
I love the way that reads.
bless you!
(and yes, "inverted communion" describes it better than i could :)
(and yes, "inverted communion" describes it better than i could :)
Anonymous
5th May 2011 10:25pm
I think.
reading this I flirted with my own madness.
Thank god for Easter
reading this I flirted with my own madness.
Thank god for Easter
6th May 2011 2:59am
Anonymous
15th Nov 2011 4:53am
You sir, are awesome at writing.
wash the sins like the girl called christ
(she was in drag)
that died
or didn't
a few days from now
i have no idea what to make of all that
these people come to my door
and tell me one thing
and after 3am on TV
some other people tell me ten other things
but all of them
want me to send my money
where can i find christ
so i can give it directly to him?
And I agree epic :D
wash the sins like the girl called christ
(she was in drag)
that died
or didn't
a few days from now
i have no idea what to make of all that
these people come to my door
and tell me one thing
and after 3am on TV
some other people tell me ten other things
but all of them
want me to send my money
where can i find christ
so i can give it directly to him?
And I agree epic :D
1st Dec 2011 5:26pm
2nd Dec 2011 5:41am
Me, accused of being honest... now THAT's refreshing, amazing, funny.
:) (thanks)
:) (thanks)
31st Mar 2013 6:26pm
yea,choo'choo......I
th ough eye
already rote
this
one,but ye beat me to it
aye concede //
anyways, it'll be right next door to mine(other-one) in Anthology of Great Easter Pooms of All-Time.....
thnx for adverting it in MY comment box !!
th ough eye
already rote
this
one,but ye beat me to it
aye concede //
anyways, it'll be right next door to mine(other-one) in Anthology of Great Easter Pooms of All-Time.....
thnx for adverting it in MY comment box !!
2nd Jun 2013 10:44pm
Too long, I couldn't read your poem because it was too long, I'm sure it was awesome though, great job!
3rd Jun 2013 12:18pm
No problem, got just the one for you:
http://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/101406-was/
Just seven words long (six if you don't count the title).
http://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/101406-was/
Just seven words long (six if you don't count the title).
