anyway.

inspired by history,

beatings will be

administered daily

to activate lifeforce.

we play wartime orgies

to pretend that we're not

living in endtimes.

"this too will pass" we say

changing the sheets for

the next one.

the rose that is thrown

to the gutter still smells

as sweet and sour

as the lily feigning death,

or the frangipani.

they've cordoned off my

special place in heaven

and hell, judging by

my life so far it could

go either way.

jesus knew that lazarus

would be his undoing, 

but he did it anyway.