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wordvango Aug 2017
sin
the ****** had a son for a brother
a husband who was her father
and a Catholic desire
for  purity
whether or not she was impregnated
by God in a non-****** matter
begs the question
why the **** is *******
a sin??
wordvango Aug 2017
no
it wasn't      normal
Pedro sent almost all of his money and sketches
back to San Pedro
worked harder than any Christian
his zeal a thing of wonder      
his sketches beautiful
he etched with a pencil
carved with charcoal
made statues on paper with
fine line
on the job his work was
impeccable every grout line aligned every tile flat
every customer satisfied
then I had to see his lifeless body
on a stretcher carried       out by the
emergency workers
still
blue I recall
not like him
not at all like Pedro
to be quiet for so long
he died
hunched over a toilet
almost hugging it
I did know right away
his family back in San Pedro was going to miss him
wordvango Aug 2017
******* bred and whoremonger still
I guess it is in the jeans
where I can say it is not my fault
****** blame my parents again
for my transgressions
my peccadillos
my weaknesses
yes jeans is intentional
wordvango Aug 2017
a smart-*** I comfort myself with beef burritos and
Rocky Road ice cream
Sabbath
on Friday
Blue Oyster Cult occasionally
the farthest furthers
of blood echoing in my head
a tinge of Led
love Bonham's drumming
more tame things in the week like
nightmares sung
to out of this world guitar chords and wild costumes
of Marilyn Manson
the dredge  the insults to  oneself
from Creep
I sing it in my head
know every verse
my Radiohead antennas
tense *****
get to church as I know it every now and then
the temple of the Natural
Light Deliverance Tabernacle
where
I preach to myself
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