Saturday, June 5, 2010


I wrote this in 2004.

does He love you more than He loves me?
because your Bible's rimmed in gold?
because your lips are rimmed in it's words?
book such, verse such,

you read one line
as if one
is all there is.

there is dust in my eye,
but you can't get it out,
and I choose not to see
your meaning in all these

you preach at me;
your thick glasses perched
on the edge of your nose,
because your eyes are so poor
that you can't see.

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