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


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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