Armaut
Daniel in Dante’s Purgatorio, quoted in T.S. Eliot, The Wasteland
O Lord, Thou fuckest me up, Master Joseph Verdi the Grease
O Lord, Thou fuckest me up, Master Joseph Verdi the Grease
Today, an ontology of Mend.
Jesus the tailor, mending
our shirts of flame.
our shirts of flame.
So this is about Purgatory,
isn’t it? So many
women on Facebook mourning or trying to save
disgraced men!
women on Facebook mourning or trying to save
disgraced men!
Purgatory, the soothing bath
from which we wish never
to be plucked!
from which we wish never
to be plucked!
We are damaged,
broken beyond repair,
worthless offenders!
broken beyond repair,
worthless offenders!
Crow by the river cawing with a
boy’s voice.
Boy crying in the basement forever,
because “There’s no talking to Dad.”
Boy crying in the basement forever,
because “There’s no talking to Dad.”
My father is dead. I think he
loved me,
but that didn’t keep him
from making me take my pants down for his stick.
but that didn’t keep him
from making me take my pants down for his stick.
There are mothers decorating for
Christmas.
There are women who may never be mothers
because they were fucked by their fathers.
There are women who may never be mothers
because they were fucked by their fathers.
How do you mend a broken heart?
How do you keep the rain
from falling down?
How do you keep the rain
from falling down?
To mend what has been broken,
we might mourn and punish ourselves
our entire lives long.
But when he had gone a little farther thence,we might mourn and punish ourselves
our entire lives long.
Jesus saw James, the son of Zebedee, and John his brother,
who were also in the ship, mending their nets.
Poems for Advent 2017
who were also in the ship, mending their nets.
Poems for Advent 2017
