17.2.09

I'm not a Christian

Let’s go trip down stained glass pathways.
Play crucifix fingernails like keys
for sneaking doorways.
Your tongue’s the host;
I ate already.
And no salvation / redemption / life long sermons.
We’re only here for the free wine.

5 comments:

An Unreliable Witness said...

No salvation or redemption is quite right, indeed.

Lovely poem - and great to have you on board.

Roberta said...

Cheers, auw. :)

l. said...

Beautiful. I'm gonna mail it to Ratzo.

Ani Smith said...

I'm only ever anywhere for the free wine.

jem said...

I like this. Especially the tongue image.