Sister,
I've been to your chambers,
I've seen that Holy Bible
Kept ***** with your tomes.
I know that you're secretly
A nun, or a Catholic schoolgirl.
But that's impossible,
Because I've never seen you
Flustered pink like
A fragile glass of
Lemonade
On a thirsty,
Sinful,
Sabbath day.

You can't be celibate.
You are way too beautiful for that.
And such beauty left to waste
Is proof enough that my God is
Absent.
He is spending His time
Dodging deadlines to watch
Every move you make.
There are always
Judgments to be made.

I beg of you,
Cleanse this *****.
Get on your knees and pray,
But do it slowly.
Kiss the shaft of your Savior
Renounce your title to Him
So we can both go to Heaven.

You might think I'm just a mongrel,
Filthy in the eyes and mind.
Love is a pearl born from nature,
And yours is due to be polished.

-Juan Carlos Gomez

sweat and rain and no colors.
lightning makes the sky white for a while.
shadows on places and sleep on dreams.
lusting for sleep; not getting
any. I should watch the
lightning show.

I've acquired a broken ideology
Now God won't even acknowledge me
And "what's her name" is just a blur
and all my thoughts are dire and absurd
So pass me a bottle of pills and a beer
Cause religion can't make this void disappear

if i was a tree i'd have roots so ******* deep
you wouldn't ******* believe it.

if i was a drunk man i'd hold the ground
steady with my face.

if i was sunlight i'd burn the **** outta your shoulders
and then change into Aloe
before you even ******* noticed.

if i was a racecar i could only be driven backwards
but i'd go fast as **** because
my rubber is hot.

if i was a huge cedar chest i'd keep secrets inside myself
because no one ******* cares about them
and i'd keep hope there too in case someone
started to.

if i was an alarm clock i'd let you pound me in your sleep
but i'd still scream at you in the
early hours of the morning
because without me you'd ******* die.

if i was a hurricane i'd blow right through your back yard
but leave everything untouched
and you standing there admiring my girth.

The Grand Canyon
Was once a shallow river bed
Until the water wore away the earth
So far down that when you look over the edge
Many have the urge to jump

When you leave this planet

As you rise

You’ll see

Waterfalls are really mountains
Weeping your departure
Tears enough to make oceans

The thought of your ghost
Quakes the earth in shivers
At the imbalanced caused
By your missing weight

You are that important

Tornadoes are just the sky’s
Way of funneling your soul back down
To the ground where you belong

But we both know

You’ll never stay

If the earth is not strong enough to keep you here
Can’t imagine there is any way
I ever could

I could never mourn
As loud as thunder
I don’t have lightning defribillators

And
I don’t sleep at night
Because I am used to sinking to the left

Your weight is that significant

And yeah
Sometimes the earth wins
Tidal waves
And earthquakes
Even tornadoes claim people

But not you

Not when you leave on your own accord
Not when you have the urge to jump
Making mountains weep
And the sky mourn thunder

AUTUMN
                   ,
                       shes got a pretty little
                       hair lip(fast over that
                       sad mouth)between
                       her eyes&chin; shes
                       got pretty bundles
                       of loose fat(and they're
                       her lips)she moistly
                       smacks around every
                       hem of whizzing
                       jackets skirting
                       hitherwither
                       with 'er wither
                       heavy teeth(shes
                       has green bits and
                       yellow bits, respectively,
                       thronging between
                       those thrusting ivory
                       cleats)she normally
                       wears and wears
                       death(so does everyone)
                       when she comes calling
                       ('tween october and december)
                       but she's just twiddling
                       (less like dead                             )
                        more like starting dead she's
                                                                               pretty like that
                                                                                                          (all rot and musk)
                                                                                                                                             she's gorgeous