Weasel's Blog, page 5
February 25, 2017
i dreamt of my father
windows murky from dew
i put my car in reverse
roll it back smoothly across the pavement
a man stares with stern eyes
anger fixated at what he left behind
his lips mouthed of late nights and false love
tough drinks and hard-work days
but a tyrant
can’t miss the world
he failed
to control
February 24, 2017
peel back the skin
it’s so amusing how we use god for our hatred
how we tie his hands to his mouth
so we can speak through him
don’t piss off the fundamentalists
they got a right to be disgusted at us
as we are disgusted with them
using misinterpreted scriptures to back fears
of the gays fuckin’ up the country values
of takin’ kids hostage because the big man up top
says it’s alright to kill, beat, murder, rob
your fuckin’ enemy
i wonder if god ever had problems with his son
like normal folks do
i wonder if jesus ever called into heaven
and argued that forgiveness
is the best route for us
while god was punishing some family
just to see how loyal they were
he won’t put you through more than you can handle
but his followers are stubborn
making weapons with scriptures on them
hoping the prayers will sprout up
from the devil’s body every time
a bullet is planted into the sinner
we’re struggling, america
we just don’t want to see it
we’d rather peel back progress
and replace it with a new hymnal
regressing to southern fried baptisms
and heebie jeebie snake bite cures
i wonder if jesus wept
when god smiled
when we voted to make america great again
my friends told me they didn’t feel safe anymore
when i saw the headlines
my heart went crooked
like a half moon
February 23, 2017
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Vagabond | poetweasel
New story posted at my website!
February 22, 2017
these things will pass
my father told me
he didn’t recognize
faggots as people
that animals must pray
to find forgiveness
i wrote my prayers in a notebook
ripped out the pages
allowed the words to scar my intestines
it only made me sick
made me break apart
the towers of my arms
and burn out the prayer
they have all
forgotten god
we allow our hearts to be filled with pistols and brimstone
innocence is a doctrine burned from our bodies
dreaming—a luxury forgotten
the soft persuasion
that understood we had to heal
i pull my journals from my veins
lay them like body bags on the ground
to spread roots in the dirt
my own scripture singed to grass
these are my apparitions
painted doors on their chests
not ready to reveal how desolate
they have become
the ashes of their sins still stuck
in the silos of their broken throats
i watch the stars
remind myself
that papercut wounds are not scars
that these wavering prayers
shall pass
February 21, 2017
wet dreams
we stood naked under fizzling street lights
asking for blessings on sins we were prepared to commit
hands crawled up my heart
beast vibrating
ready to erupt underneath cold flesh
and silent fingers
smoke lingers as he takes me to see god
to learn to forget myself
we all carry wisdom inside us
designing our own micro-catastrophes
while etching solutions inside our flesh
so we never have to realize
that most answers lie within us
he is my seductress
though he has aged
on nights i couldn’t cope
he became temporary cotton balls
to fill the cavities created from addiction
but he is not lasting
only a few cheap thrills
that lack the ability to repair me
only there until morning
until i call on him to return
February 20, 2017
The Last Night of Winter (draft) | poetweasel
New story posted at my site!
existential crisis at dennys
the waitress tells me she used to own a cow
called it freezer because that’s where it went when it died
when she says it was the meanest animal she owned
i tell her
over cold eggs, and soggy toast
that the art of dying is like growing a backbone
it’s not how you die that makes the foundation
it’s knowing the other side is two feet away
and that you’ll have to travel light
when you cross
-weasel
