holy like us

 



the doughnuts are
fresh

the damnation of
Faust has
ended

love is knee deep
stagnant
water

arms are
broken

legs are cut off

hair falls out

but that's not
important

what is important is
that a dog licks his
ass and then his
masters
face

there is something
holy to that i
think

holy like watching
old cars rusting
in a junkyard
during a red
sunset

holy like the last kiss
tasting of regret,
starvation and
arsenic

holy like the shape
of the deceased
lying at
rest

holy like leaning against a
wall, smoking a cigarette
and looking up at the
night sky when you're
exhausted and
have felt
defeat

holy like the eyes of
the moon looking
down upon
you
holy like the war
to end all
wars
holy like the twilight
of legends and
myths
holy like a sunflower bowing
it's head beneath a blue
late September
sky
holy like the soft snoring
of an old woman asleep
dreaming of
Italy
holy like murdering
the roses of
faith
holy like cradling a
newborn infant
in your
arms

holy
like
you

holy
like
me

holy
like
us