abide with me

hey man
dont fuck me up
your not like all the others
who discover to late what feelings are supposed to be
the crux of psychoanalysis
the bendings of words
to distort the truth
when
our
lips
should
be
locked
your lipstick should leave a mark
across my lips n soul
your smell
your eyes
the spleen is rotten in everyday life
i fall
in
love
to
easily
much to easily
for
my
own
good
and sometimes yours


So what will become of me
i will be nailed
to the
CROSS
like
JESUS CHRIST
amen
over and over again
my lips will
take the wine
offered from the vine
and i will observe
like i have
since the day i was born
i am god
forlorn
my sandals do not fit
i am that lump of shit
that betrays
the land
i walk on

my boyhood state is no different as a man
as i always am
i spit from the cross
on all the venom of your souls
walk on gilded splinters
coals
all the world
is just
a sphere
till
you drop off
be carefull
you who laugh
it
may
one day
be
you