The Pathetic Prophet

He is always a waif.
His tongue is too slow to relate the great things he has witnessed,
in total darkness.
The knife-edge in his voice reflects the light of the sun upon his eyes glaring conviction.
Internal darkness.
He leans on his faith like a crutch that sets too high in the shoulder. He raves that the terrible truth is worse than all of our fears and better than the impossible.
He does not desire these girls; he has seen the Nephilim
woman bathing in the ocean.

I want to cut out his eyes because I know what this pathetic prophet fears despite his faith is
eternal darkness.

An Essay on Religion in the Western Hemisphere

a Villanelle


Where dwells the long slumbering God?
Dozing through eternity, or
East with Cain in the land of Nod.

I spraypaint on a church facade
On the windows and every door
Where dwells the long slumbering God?

Enough reprisal, I'll maraud!
I killed the last minotaur,
East with Cain in the land of Nod.

The snake many times since been trod
Does with broken back implore,
"Where dwells the long slumbering God?"

So it is declared: jihad.
Where does the lord wage his war?
East with Cain in the land of Nod.

And, Nebuchadnezzar with his holy rod
Fucks Babylons favorite whore.
Where dwells the long slumbering God?
East with Cain in the land of Nod.