god is in the rain ~

{iii}
you goose stepped  
across the horizon of  
my jewish bones  
& i mapped the libration  
of your destructive path,  
wrapped the ellipses  
around my throat  
& felt the words self-immolate  
on my tongue ~  
... the cremains of  
my opinions sifted into  
the stagnant font  
from which i still drink  
like dry earth...  
 
{ii}  
i raised my cracked lips  
towards the thin grey sheet  
of god's piss  
 
a scream drowned  
in my throat, doused by  
the dichotomy of his grace  
 
{i}  
my thoughts stewed  
in hyssop & rice milk,  
a bloated fly  
marring the sweetness  
with it's obscenity.  
a petal clung to  
the tear drop curve  
of my breast,
a shade of orage  
against marine tinted veins.  
outside,  
it rained