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Plastic Jesus
Plastic Jesus
The Lethe magic of
a blue spandex swirl
of bicycle shorts
Clothes the articles
Of her Declaration of Independence
From the torrential male reign
Of hurricane force designs
On her surrogate womb
For your thermonuclear embryos
Spun into mossy opium dream
Begat by prophetic voices yearning to be heard
By cloven tongued evangelists of Golgotha
Whose fire and brimstone manikins
Speak like cyborgs on the path to celestial war
High on mushroom clouds
With a bikini atoll rapture
For a second coming
Of hydrogen gamete fusion bombs
Bursting like the rocket’s red glare
For the love of Jesus
The Lethe magic of
a blue spandex swirl
of bicycle shorts
Clothes the articles
Of her Declaration of Independence
From the torrential male reign
Of hurricane force designs
On her surrogate womb
For your thermonuclear embryos
Spun into mossy opium dream
Begat by prophetic voices yearning to be heard
By cloven tongued evangelists of Golgotha
Whose fire and brimstone manikins
Speak like cyborgs on the path to celestial war
High on mushroom clouds
With a bikini atoll rapture
For a second coming
Of hydrogen gamete fusion bombs
Bursting like the rocket’s red glare
For the love of Jesus
Published Yesterday
Author's Note
This is an exposé piece on the dark side of religion and how it is used as a power play by men to control women and their bodies by taking away their freedom and reproductive rights.
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Yesterday 8:20am
Hello John,
This is an amazing write, the wording is gathered together like the intensity of a dark breeding mass. This reminded me of religious cults. I try to keep my door half open and do not judge but Im not a fan of religion as a policy. Too many dark sides to this reflected everywhere in history. Its a great read though! Greetings and blessings,
Rianne
Yesterday 5:33pm
This poem was about those dark sides you religion you speak of. Glad you enjoyed my friend. Most religions can become cults. Love how you referred to my poem as having the intensity of "a dark breeding mass". Indeed that is the perfect metaphor for my poem. This poem also had some risque references involving religion such as the "second coming". lol Thank you so much for reading me, my friend.
John
John
