Been digging through old works again and I’ve been finding some good gems that I’ve forgotten about. This was me experimenting with multi-part poetry.
Electric Church I The self service checkout church has levitating tithing bowls now made of solid gold. No matter how much money you put in you never get anything of value back. II I hear it’s more appealing now in design; it replaced the landfill after all. All the most charismatic garbage can be found conveniently at your local pulpit. III An indoor cafe, overpriced musical tickets, a church bookstore. Any way to suck you dry. Hypocrites penning divinity with bile in every breath. It’s a casino with no slot machines and no prizes. IV I’m going to hell apparently. Not the one of fire and brimstone though. It’s here where the choir members, the pulpits, the overused hymnals latch onto your flesh and won’t let you leave. V Jesus was not a wise person. He didn’t know the heart of man well. If he did he wouldn’t have come back. He would have stayed locked in his tomb: dead forever.