evermore:

Pills piled on bread and wine

bone in bone, hand in hand

holding wreaths made of moss and twine

fire stretches through the fatherland

the red hot sun has snuffed its light

here on, forever more 

 

Flags eaten by flame-

as nothing can ever stay the same

When empires rise others fumble

and when the tallest building in the world begins to crumble, 

maybe giants will push the sky to touch the crust of the earth

I can make angels in whats left over,

forevermore

 

~

The Glory of the 21st Century

Pineapples shipped in dead December

and mangoes shipped fresh from the beaches of Bangladesh.

Get a 52 inch HD Tv by tomorrows morn.

Hearsts owned by Toyota but what's better? Pepsi or Cola?

A McDonalds every two blocks populated by the unlucky groups-

Commercials filled with fool testaments tell me pills will make it all fine in the meantime-

Remote control drones with remote control missiles and remote-controlled skies.

Death comes knocking in an Amazon box as we split between the haves and have nots.

Stream the tenth edition of Taylor's new album on the factory line, spend your spoils on the subsidies they provide.

The sea creatures die, but pay no mind! Gas is cheaper this week

But, lets take a break from the woes of the 21st century and play monopoly!

Before you begin, pay the banker, the landlord and the insurance man as freedom only comes from the choice to consume.

200 every time you pass go was defunded and that's just a shame. 

You still have to put everything you have into the game.

Always assume you have money owed to someone as the bills will just pass down

Make bad business and get mad if the game isn't rigged to win

flip the board then change the rules when you fall short, try again next time.

~

Bellarmine:

The nuns at church measure my skirts, for my knobby kneecaps shall tempt the holy man.

In cold Chicago mornings, knelt upon rotting wood the 'Our Father' comes after the pledge.

My teacher tells me "strive to be like Mary, virgin pure" but drives home that Eve sinned before Adam did.

For the priest preaches mighty and high' My beloved sons, sinful daughters, all are adored 'neath' Christ crucified above"

Palms held high in solemn sacrifice for though I am only ash, and to ash and unto ash I shall return

Mine mortal flesh tempts the brother, the uncle, the father

Rows of us sat like easy fodder while priests preach promised paradise comes to those who eternally wait. 

And I pray to god and I pray to the saints that I shall forever remain pure and untainted

poinsettias and pageantry in mid-December, 

whom will be selected among the pubescent masses to play the virgin mother?

never me, forevermore

Will I eternally suffer for what I cant control?

For the things that were taken, or the things I never chose. 

In cold confession chambers, horrible and alien and plain-

will six hail mary's fix what was broken? Will eight? 

Hollow is mine clay made flesh- empty and full and empty again.

The nuns will always choose to remind, if chastity is broken, in ruin I shall be left behind

My trembling fingers on the rosary of a corpse,

attempted piety, evermore.