Friday, November 13, 2009

A Brownie

I had 8 pills
and a brownie
and the day
is half over.
One of those ones
which taste
like they have cocoa
dusted in them,
a strange narcotic
additive makes
the brownie taste
somewhat like Peru.
Now I expect
cops to come
knocking at my door.
I'm fairy certain
that brownie
did love me.
I said fairy.
Brownie fuckrushed
my mouth wonderfully.
Brownie kept
saying "Cocoa
Loves You!"
I think
Jesus also
Loves me
and you,
but if it's
Catholic Jesus
he might be
a little iffy
about anyone
who doesn't bleed
from their palms,
eyes or orifices
sharing his toothbrush.
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1 comments:

gary barwin said...

I am recently returned from a discussion with my son about crucifixion. Perhaps, in light of the discussion, crucifiction. He made the astute point that, contrary to popular representations, those crucified were pierced not through their hands but their wrists, meaning that those who show stigmata on their palms have mistranslated their faith, misrepresenting it on their bodies.

November 14, 2009 7:32 AM

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