when i was a child
the God’s words confused me
as it was in the beginning
so shall it be in the end
Marley’s wailers also wailed
yet it still made no sense
when i was a girl
i studied about war in the local school textbook
but saw that both famous Abrahams modes of being sat naked on the dirty modern streets no bosom to hold tight to
no log cabin to sleep in
and Mary virgin mother became an entrepreneur in bottled holy wine and bloody linen sheets
just like any old biker momma i would come to meet
when i ran away just before the legal untender age
i devoted my life to Saint N Cassady
acid tests numbed out tongues
hugging my chest to my knees
i just one spec of ash
from the forest of the streetlamps
where we all burned
from creationists angry balls
middle road i step the curb
beginning never esoteric
ending at my mother’s vault
whispering sitting on the retainer wall
perhaps in this universe
i’ve lived it all simultaneously