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Accountability calling to claim a name

What you see before you
is no more than my favorite spoof.
I pulled my soul off the soap box
composite
silence among the congregation
as the world churns.

hungry for one more spoonful
of self-servicing
menial labor.
polarized polities 
screeching
a monophonic sigh to monopolize
the “right” to life.
hungry 
for the beauty that could liquefy 
three of the five
senses.
hungry
for the truth
that could puree St. Augustine’s
third leg.
lips cling to what your 
world
will. demands that you eat

	mother
	it was merely meiosis 
	not the
 melodramatic 
 synthetic sap saturated
		sugar gloss
	to be blamed
	for the sin
	by the sinner.
	the noose
	news knows the neck to stretch
		
faith
crawl back to your cross.
The divine director
was no more than
the village idiot
who fell in love with
the immaculate misconception.
the pretentiousness of a savior
	the piety of aiding “those in need”
	makes the saint hold hands with audacity: 
	to paste stamp
	weakness, dependence on the core of a being
	unperceived superiority complex?
we will fashion you obsolete
when self-reliance
self-empowerment...
	when “the self”
becomes the 5 minute trend

commercials won’t
save me from cut-throats
	who would hold me 
	perhaps on the ground
		where the hypocrisy sprouts like
		an epidemic of five leaf clover
	
with a bout of stagnation
constipate consideration
Sincerity certainly can milk me
	a river of gold
	a stairmaster to heaven
from slit wrists
 rubber checks
 and broken backs

like Virago on top
face to fact
georgie peeping through the key hole
no need to pussy-foot
around molestation, invasion, degradation

innocence- can we lose what is not found?
naiveté- in the dark I won’t fear your seduction 
purity- in the montage

all in one click of a world soul’s remote control.

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