Stains
Stains, sins, impurities,
He searches for a liturgy with deep scrubbing action,
All-purpose cleaner,
Not for use on delicates.
But everything is delicate,
A life that was once baby powder white has been soiled with
blood, tears, feces, smoke, toxins -
a residue build-up.
You’d think that the smell would go away as the years
stretch on,
the fir trees grow tall as the house,
the old neighborhood
is gentrified,
Hollywood stars of old are laid to rest
but smell is eternal, of God.
Waters of purification! Divine bleach with color-safe action!
Flow for me tonight,
Wash over me,
Cleanse me,
Heal me,
I want to tingle again.
I want a fresh scent.
I want to believe in something other than my own cynicism.
I want to feel the radiating spirit of static cling between
me and all sentient beings.
No comments:
Post a Comment