I knew a holy man
in a sense
I knew him
as a child knows their pastor
I wasn't told the gossip
and we didn't share stories
I knew what I was told
that he spoke the word of god
god was rather dull so far as I could tell
maybe the pastor just had no passion.

it's not crazy
to scratch an itch
might be uncouth
does it become
A mad action
if you scratch
till you bleed
but the itch remains.

Some sentences
just jump at you
attack you
for some reason
they inspire you
to do something
not always
something helpful.

outdated defenses
A striking image
that would fall
at the hands
of the modern power

tell me
who I am
if you don't
i'll have to decide
I might decide
I love pain
or math

the end is nigh
maybe the worlds
definitely the years
A celebration is in order
wine is needed
we survived
if nothing else
call the party planner.