Motherly, brotherly, sisterly love

Jesus is watching from somewhere above

making me pray to some god-awful saint

anal I may be, religious I ain’t.

Wishin’ and fishin’ for hints or a clue

sailin’ on waters of turquoise or blue

cruisin’ along drinking catholic wine

if I get drunk enough I am divine.

Corridors, horrid doors open at will

swim up the rivers and climb every hill

walkin’ on water, take over the staff

one magic trick – then nobody will laugh.

How come a number affects who I am?

splintering wood like a battering ram

maybe the book didn’t tell the whole tale

waiting for answers my soul is for sale.

Flying on sighs comes a raven, a crow

blacker than sins that I never can know

promising freedom and pledging the sun

why do these dream figures say I’m the one?

Angels who dangle their shiny doubloons

singing their anthems - interpreted runes

hurricane whispers revolve in my brain

coshing me, washing me, heavenly rain.

Strobing and probing my secret desires

undertow puppets, invisible wires

taping and raping my virginal choice

drowned in baptism till I lose my voice.