hallelujahs

1
Have you been close enough to see his vaselined
red streak fury of eyes, heard his voice breaking
over phlegm? cracked lips bleeding mad blessings,
fingers jumpy with nicotine hunger and cured with tar
and sun and too much shit. the glory of alcohol soaked BO,
loose change bottle pacts and found butts with something left.
Don't you know we are an idealized creation?


2
show me your heaven, the collected reliquaries
of crippled silver, not for an eternity but
more than a glance at an empty cup.


let me know your hands, the bones
of every finger, as you envelop the blind
gold shape of it, counting out the promises
of your ascension.


let me hear the prayers whispered, your tongue
an instrument for the gods you keep. The incessant
desolation of their need written upon you



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