Hate Fucking God

(Friday October 14 2022,

6:59pm Mars Hour)

My heart weeps with my beloved, for he is a violent man. 
His brow sweats horns as he plows into the earth. 

When my sighs sing his name, his curses hit and bruise—
roses blooming along my milk-drenched thighs.

My heart weeps with my beloved, for he is a violent man;
all who conquer do so in his name.

But I command their armies, oh, in every graceful dance—
feet stained with blood, piercing nails from the floor.

My heart weeps with my beloved, for he is a violent man. 
His orgasm roars symphonies in maddening, dithyrambic tones.

Thunder rolls across the sky and my body trembles— 
only through falling can we rise back up again

With no distinction there is no action, 
and if the gods stop their thrusting 

there will be nothing left to burn.
There is a hunger here, a depth, a longing

a pettie coat filled with belladonna leaves—
hopless, yet always thrusting towards

what pumps you up.
I don't imagine

I’d trade this disaster
for peace of mind.

Don't you think
that would be

ever so boring?