Thursday, February 22, 2024

My Youth In Perdition

spent my seminary in the bar
preacher pouring brimstone and hellfire
in a holy joke of whiskey blood and
pretzel flesh communion my cup running
over grinning brothers singing barstool hymns
sisters filling up with spirit giving
betrayal with cigarette kisses
bloodshot the windows the passages dim
pilgrimage homeward and lost as a coin
with a need to kneel before the throne
to retch a prayer in penance to atone

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