i’ve lived beyond my years, longer
than god intended. replaced old
loves with new ones. let sleeping
dogs die where they lie. got high
on daybreaks hiding behind clouds
of a seventh heaven. i do not believe
in a cold hearted moon. i feast in a
ghetto of malcontent. harlots and
demons have been the apple of
my eye. poverty is not my empty
pockets. there is no one to forgive.
i am buddha’s son. a groom to a
thousand brides dancing in castles
with dungeons and dragons. each
has satisfied my appetite. i have
tasted their blood, they have licked
my wounds. i was bound by no chains.
my escape never blocked. my dignity
requires truth. i would do it all again
in spite of god’s good intentions.