What about the nakedness objectified,
still lusted after?
What about that ‘C’ word
You crushed your wife with yesterday?
What about the ‘F’ bomb detonation, mushroom clouded,
That left a fall-out on your kid?
What about the G___D____ word,
That slips out every time things don’t go our way?
What about The Lord’s prayer,
And every prayer that ends in affirmation of Amen?
Only to awaken ungrateful,
And repeat the cycle all over again?
What about these things?
These contradictions we live?
This hypocrisy we unconsciously give knowing better?
Covered by the blood,
Cleansed but returning to wallow in mud?
Given the bread of life
And returning to eating our own vomit?
What of these shameful things unspeakable?
Should they be spoken out into the open?
What about hidden agendas that keep us unreachable?
What of our own understanding that renders us unteachable?
What about constructs, fabrications, abandoned life-saving stations?
What about delusions, self-infusions, collusions in ignorance and knowingly?
What about the taboos embraced simultaneously?
What about panting in the dark,
Feeling pursued, exhausted and scared?
What of being tired of feeling as though,
every day is a race in running for your life?
What about that book of perfect matches in one hand,
And that candle in the other?
Trembling every night…
Praying for the Light,
What about that,
What are you gonna’ do?
Are you afraid of who will see you,
in the glow?