A Prayer

Our sponsors
Who are relentless
Anonymous are thy names
But thine kingdom come
Thine will be done
At home
As it is in commerce
Forgive us our debts
As we forgive those
Who foreclose against us
Give us this day our daily fix
Of sex and soap and politics
And lead us not into temptation
For temptations sake
But deliver us from sequels
For thou art the kingpins
With the power of transmission
Now and forever
Amen
.

A Farewell

I felt the weight of it in my chest
The heft of it on my heart
I dared not remember
Nor did I care to forget
The little death
You left in your wake
You were wrenched from my life
In the cruellest of ways
And I yearned for your laughter
As I drowned in your tears
And I mourned for your love
For a thousand years
.

Milk & Honey

3 am again
same old
same old
pavlovian routine
the incessant splatter
of bloody raindrops
on my window panes
the drip, drip, drip
of memories predisposed
to the anachronism
of my wicked, but splendid
fallacies
if they could only feel me now
what would they say?
they think I’m teflon
and that nothing sticks to me
the facade is faultless
but the interior corrupt
I’m faded and jaded
since those days
of infidelity and loss
my nights are fainter
and spent figuring
memorial alphabets
into novel expressions
that pierce my ears
to fill my head
with poisoned splinters
a little milk and honey
is all I’m asking
a little milk and honey
to nourish and sustain me
through the bitter hours
before the coming dawn
.

The Seventh Sacrament

somebody put soul food   in my midday fodder   spiked me with holy water   and pulled my knickers down    those bare arse cheeks    were of little consequence     provided that the heavy hit    distilled from heavy shit    concealed my embarrassment    along with a litany of grievous sins   hitherto unrecorded

the testament euphoric    melted my studied indifference   with billion dollar words     laying on a smooth line in piety    nauseatingly hypocritical    under any circumstances   but doubly so in mine

I never seen it coming   but brother I was stoned    and guilty of those pleasures far too long deferred    on receipt of holy orders    those creature comforts keep    most men in stolid sleep    and sleeping is a sin   akin to blissful ignorance

so don’t never tell no one   what has passed between   cause no-one needs to know   and you know what I mean    the fruit of all my labours     the seeds that I have sown     could go excommunicado    with bitter denunciations   and the casting of first stones