Poem: Messages from God

 

Messages From God

 

they come fast as meth

in jiggers of holy water,

monstrous spices, dashes

of swords and tyrants,

Dracula when you

first meet his grin,

 

or tarantulas without legs,

but somehow still there—

warning signs, forbidden

as the first impulse

to murder.

 

friends can’t see

and churches don’t forgive them.

think of visions

slipperier than lies,

nettles on a porcupine

whose barbs are debts—

 

mildew on your masks,

or flies raining instead of tears,

prophecies that split into hooks,

using you as bait—

 

you want to defuse and reject them,

to salute and grin—

but they are hot as fangs

pushing through your lips,

making you shriek—

 

decrees no one will believe

or condone.

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This poem was published in Cerulean Rain in 2008.  I am republishing older works, alongside the new ones, to consolidate.  Like many of us, I have an ominous feeling of end times.  All I have to offer, in the end, are these poems, as well as my unpublished novel, and a few scribblings.