A lay hedonist

Another dead from hedony. Nice man, nice woman.
Their pilgrim daughter’s getting fucked
by the moonshine stiller I met way back when.

The body out back once bowed to who knows who
that ever made his theodicy pan to her:
the chirp, a low chirp, of little worm skeptics

that conspire even now to eat you up, traveler.
The god held on hold, mighty he, that eyed
a man and not the girl butchering the best of his.


~ by Jeremy on August 10, 2012.

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