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INVOCATION (short poem)

"How can I write a Holy Litany in your silly mood?" --Allen Ginsberg

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O malignant God

You rise out of the bile of human

Wastelands

I must have reached the end of my

Rope to come to You

Yes, rope

Rough and chafing

Just like his… his…

You see, my Lord, they're so vain

Sooooo vain

Ha! No human

Could cause me to feel thus

No man can touch me

No one but You sees how I grow old and die everyday in my mirror

Or in the magic one at Burger King

Where I go to consult the Devil

Meat is murder meet is murder meetings are murder

I dress in white to be a virgin sacrifice to my

Holy Pain

And they’re so vain

Sooooo vain

They probably think the slits along my veins are

About them, so I don’t make such slits, thus such petty ties

Keep me here, DID SOMEONE HURT YOU

They ask me

No. No man can touch me. DID SOMEONE HURT YOU

No, I’ve known nothing but the love I have rejected

For Him

The Endless God of Rotting from the Inside

Out: Devil, I'll dim the lights

breathe Your Hot Breath down my neck

6:36 a.m. - 2004-02-04

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