there's no porn in heaven by TristanCody, literature
Literature
there's no porn in heaven
so maybe i should go there. where i can find peace when I'm bored and looking for something to interest me. maybe i should take a walk so long that it becomes the first and last thing i do.
the fatal attraction of civil mysticism and the ingenuity of the perfect aspect ratio fit me into my corner so I could cube myself and bloom under pressure never ending as expected new cubbyholes to place in my belly filled with grief and relief for the mes no one wants to see.
1:1 "How do you make Holy Water?" You boil the Hell out of it. 1:2 The priest scrutinized the temple of blood as it bathed in their promise. 1:3 The young follower bludgeoning itself with the praise of the faith holders. 1:4 A man walked into the fold with heavy shoulders and learned the optimal way to worship was to join the maker. 1:5 The follower became an idol in the surface of water; gave the blessing and suffocated himself on the memory of the man. 2:1 The newest chapter will redact these sins. Only the holy water is left intact, stained and welcomed in this house.
i will admit my love dried on the back of a searching star who watched her god shatter his teeth on the mountainside of his favorite creation - killed by the weight of all burden breeding beneath his summit. innocence; the autobiography of a deity sworn to silence in a sky of muted love.
The Holy Universe Requires Charging by TristanCody, literature
Literature
The Holy Universe Requires Charging
There is a holy universe of book bags
and dirty little hands reaching in them.
But each day the hands become fewer
the books become lighter
the bags become withered
the universe becomes weightless.
the holy becomes kindled and needs its sleep.
America, Allen, when will the rainbow go back to earth?
America, Allen, where did all the poems go? Where are the soap box preachers
of Hinduism and Christianity? Where are the thinkers? Where are the great minds
defining generations with waste baskets on fire for thought? America, Allen -
where did they all go?
America, why is Denver no longer sacred? Why do people only remember the omelets
and the ingredients? Where did our Adonis go? Allen, where is the sun?
Where are the women who loved many men and the men who loved many women?
Where did the freedom of being exactly what the universe wanted you to be go?
I miss the dollar stores of