a draft

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a draft


the blood of christ, destroyed in my mouth; which is empty
the sweat of christ, searing the words about to be said; which is never fully formed
the body of christ, broken in fragments; seeds refused to grow
the jail of christ, consuming everything in its path; digging up its own grave
the fesces of christ, burning in the trenches; snaking across the acres of paradise
the fumes of christ, billowing slowly against a back drop of white; cut up by hurricanes
the piss of christ, warm against my thighs; anonymously and forgotten
the semen of christ, a multitude of fathers; whose components fail to mingle
the tears of christ, welling up as a language; unspoken and brittle
the spit of christ, wettening my lips; readying me
the fire of christ, extinguished in the night of my thoughts; scared up and scattered
the teeth of christ, grinding the knife of no against an old day; a choke hold
the filth of christ, cleaning my wings; functioning
the sex of christ, leaning in; emptiness raiding the streets
the vomit of christ, the sudden rush of feeling; in the distance of here
the body of christ, that is my body; bent down by years of questions
the thought of christ, free of the bondage of himself; a perfect fall from grace

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Tue Nov 11, 2008 12:41 pm

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