There was once a man,
he was short and had freckles and he had hands,
hands that crushed apples,
he'd joke and say
"I don't need blenders"
we'd laugh,
but I always thought he wasted an apple,
this man was rough,
like concrete cinder blocks,
imagine rubbing your knuckles on those,
I saw this man fly once,
his eyes were wild,
I could see his chest burning as he said
"Never let it die"
I never knew you fell as you flew.
There was once a man,
this man knew that life held you by the toes whispering
"this little piggy"
a man who told life he didn't like pigs.
He was friends with Death,
He told Death to die and Death just laughed.
There was once a man,
and this man died,
with one finger in the air and a smile on his face,
I think he said more in death than he ever said in life,
he said...
there was once a man

I still walk with my religion
As I walk away from you
I still walk away with my religion
despite you

despite the waves of your oceanic body splashing on my world

despite that twitch you get, wired on anger and ready to blow

despite the same bolt that travels my spine at the thought of you in pain

despite the bittersweet way your voice sings as you yell blasphemies

despite the phantom burn i get after our lips part

despite the feeling of my hands climbing up your legs, straight and high

despite the confused grip of your body on mine with aggressive nails

despite the way my mind seeks out air away from yours

despite the smeared plastic of your cup hurled with lust and fear

despite my minds eye finding every possible lucy in my sky with diamonds

despite the fire searing in my blood as he finds you from afar

despite the way you sometimes refuse to turn me on and I instead just turn

despite the way you think your bigger than Jesus, bigger than cigarettes

despite the way I can never shake my feelings of aloneness

despite my churning gut when your promises always fall through like a polar bear on ice

despite all the visions I have of our wrinkled hands interlocked

despite the rose colored glasses your presence always generates

despite the suicidal eyes as I bluff, turning the ****

because you always question the one true most basic feeling I have all confidence in

all I can say,
“I love you.
Don’t ever ******* question that.”