Lord Knows

It gets messy underneath the veil

when the strength it takes to be

can zap the moisture from your skin,

and all you want is to be held to the

breast of a beautiful being and never let go

while the beautiful people sing,

I hope your new soul remains pure!

And lord knows what we lose

once we believe we are clean, how purity

breeds atrocity like terriers in heat,

why, like a flock of pigeons circling

a rooftop, lord, we know not why we do.

And lord knows we’re heavy with

the weight of time, and that too many

times, we died before we began,

that every prayer is a vanity, every

god oblivious to our cries.

What else now but to speak plainly:

Lord, we curse this devilful motherfucker to the

crumble, blasting Miles Smiles as loud

as the speakers will bear, to tell them