elevens and threes
i think i might be
on the brink of insanity
i am seeing signs -
do they have expectations of my purity?
i ask, of course, with perfect humility.
my halo is not screwed on right.
my christmas lights are burnt out.
my wood is warped.
let's sit on this ledge
and hold on tight for dear life
like gargoyles with gaping mouths made of stone
and scream angels do you listen when i cry?
jesus do you exalt me only after i die?
i would raise my arms to you
god, but i am glued
i would like to know what it feels like to be a fool
without drifting into murky waters
my teeth
are encrusted with jewels
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