Here’s a little something that I wrote a short while ago,
Divulge in delinquent devilish dalliances
Crimson heart leaps from your mouth
An exciting skirmish, a never ending point
Simple minds cannot contain the after-world.
They simply choose to be, and in that they
Buzz around their lives like a bumble bee.
Droning workers, intent on being content
And content with being intent
Destroying the land like a swarm of locusts
Devouring the heart as if it were a whimpering
Sleeping animal that beats no longer for freedom.
Supplying fresh meat for the archbishop
To eat in his sleep, and beat with his fists
While around him men weep as if they
Are in the presence of an angel and kneel
Before the lamb of God that hisses in
Apparent disgust at their foolishness.
Ghosts linger in the mind, like hanging
Chinese lanterns blustering in the breeze.
And they howl as the wind catches their tails
Leaving trails of mist from their mouths.
For now is the time for remorse.