well, this isn’t good, but it’s too late to be good

by jessy j

Posted to Action Poetry on 2004-01-06 21:55:00

Sat in the balcony
Practicing my alchemy
Tried to make it holy
Turn water into wine, you see,
The church was my soul’s apogee
But
I saw you all, saw your
children, saw your
too-soft faces, saw your
crucifix
Saw your false solemnity,
your mighty confidence
saw your hair turn grey before me
and
all I want
to do
is
SLAP
yououtofyourstupor
TAKE HOLD of God’s great hand and bring it down
across your brains.
One mighty blow should do it
Open up your temple and through it
Tell you – THINK!
Don’t be,
don’t come here just to be.


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