OH MY GOD, U R AMAZING. | BY ELISABETH
on August 23, 2017 ByocculumInpoetry
Thank you always for you.
For all of your Selves – your Hells;
if it indeed plays out that
we can burn alive in more than one –
let it conflag around us
for there is no other wound
I’d prefer to endure
than the hot kiss of a She-Devil
who rents us a room;
be it red-lit and ready for She-Rage;
I say Fuck to Repenting.
Our words are the aloe / our tongues the spit
that can seduce a million demons in one lick –
When God is ready for us, sound the alarm
I’m still waiting for Him / to donate alms
I’m gonna settle down
amidst all the tests / analyzations –
Let me see that Rorschach:
it looks an awful lot like me
in profile, I’m a real beauty ~
Might I suggest a doppleganger of Ye ~
and I’m not embarrassed to say,
the crazy ones make me hottest to this day –
so let’s stay put, Whaddyasay?
My dad was Chief Psych when I waltzed about the Ward
how’s that for a test,
– not sure how my therapy went
since my pain was integral to one Honest Irishman.
I digress Sugar,
bring that Inpatient Portfolio up in here
I’m gonna deduce the shit out of Her
and still leave some for supper-
all Dante, Gay-folk and Witches invited.
Just no Jesus Thumpers;
please, no Shrinks.
Only got room for me and you, crazy style…
so Baby-Doll, don’t you blink.
Elisabeth Horan is a poet mother student lover of kind people and animals, homesteading in Vermont with her tolerant partner and two young sons. She hopes her poetry might make the world a slightly better place, at least to let others they are not alone in their struggles with depression and isolation.