FRANKENCHRIST.

I sat there
Motionless
Quite-the-child
Quiet as could be
Listening
Scared shitless
Ill
Bored-to-death

“Death”

Now there’s a fitting word

When I could force myself
To peel my eyes
From that bloody
Half-naked
Corpse that
Hung
From the golden
Gaudy
Facade
Behind the alter
Resembling a caveman
Or a young
Undernourished
Santa Clause
Whom I was sure was giving me evil eyes
Whom I just knew was going to crawl out from under my bed
From out of my closet
Or down through my chimney some night
and club me
I watched this man
This disguised demon
Dressed in black
This
‘Johnny Cash’

“Cash”

Now there’s a fitting word

He was wound…ever-the robot
Electric in egocentricity
Hoop-ed up on wine
Or
The blood of Christ
Or
Whatever he felt like calling it
And I watched him
Hover and strut
Strut and hover
Over
The congregation
Like some
Psycho salesman
Like some
Cartoon rooster
Like some
Starving vulture circling road kill
Drilling
Mantra
Injecting fear
Pushing
‘The word’
Like some
Mick,
Mussolini
Like some
Iggy,
Ziggy Stardust
Parading the stage
Creeping
His scheme into our subconscious
Pissing
Dogma
Into laps
Of the wide-eyed
Starry-minded
Blinded
Scared shitless
Telling us
Our own emotions
Are wrong
That
The questions we have
Make us
Sinners

And I sat there
Still
Motionless
Ill
Pretending that I WAS a puppet
A lamb
Road kill
That I had NO choice of my own
ONLY
The one that was being
Regurgitated
Upon me
And all that I absorbed
In-between the
“Blah, blah, blah,
Amen
Blah
Jesus Christ
Blah
And also with you
Blah…God-damn
Amen
Kneel
Pray
Stand
Bow your head
Kneel, and pray as you are told to…”
ALL I heard throughout that
Warehouse that
Bank that
Catacomb that
Slaughterhouse they call;
Church
ALL that resonated
Echoed back to me and
Stuck into my
Sponge
Adolescent
Curious mind
Was

Bullshit

And when the
Show the
Concert the
Public execution the
Circus the
Foreplay was
Over
When Elvis left the building
When that
Dictator that
Hitler
Thought he had entirely
Obliterated
Us all and
I sat
Backseat of my parent’s vehicle
Nose to-window
Watching the new
Haunted world
Fizz by
Picturing that
Bloody corpse
The darkness
Underneath my bed and
The
Endless
Depths
Beyond
My
Closet
Door
ALL that resonated
Echoed back to me and
Filled my
Sponge
Adolescent
Curious mind
Was
Question
Was
Doubt

IS
Question
IS
Doubt

And if I am looked down upon for that
For having my OWN thoughts
For trying to be true to MY feelings
If there IS someone up there that is offended by that
Then fuck him
Or her
Or IT
Or whatever IT is
If
IT
IS
If
IT
Really
Exists
Other than in fable
Fairy tale
Scare-tactic
Fiction

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