Regrets

by Tim Cunningham

Posted to Poetry on 2002-08-30 15:08:00

I’m sorry for all
the loveless fornicating
and the sense of intelligence
in my secret moments

The punishment is soon to follow,
no omen necessary

My God whirls in a rage,
slamming doors and always
drunk on wine

Not the Biblic traditional,
yet extremely divine

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