Thursday, December 30, 2010

St. Egwin

you tried to explain heaven,

but I just couldn’t wrap

my head around it.


it was like a carnival

with all the lights on,


but the rides grind

themselves to

stock-still.


the ride operator winks,

lifts up his straw hat,

and suddenly, he is

buried in a rainfall

of torn tickets.


the sun is so spicy.

it burns my hands

as I exit the ride.


will these blisters scar?

is my love-line forever broken?


does God really

take me as I am?



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