religious exile

blueintheface

wheres the church everyone looks
around for a bit
and down the street they
are taking pictures of what it all
used to look like

who brought that heat
the air is so thick we cant breathe
only smile and sigh at everything
we can't have and want

while she prays with her knees
on the soil like flowers
(and weed) wheres the exterminator
i cant help these bugbrains anymore
even the littles ones who cannot hope
to climb up the leg in the open slit
down by the knee just above the ankle
of the girl who prays so loud

singing choirs of chants
and promises of eating
at only the nice places with
G.C.A silverwair that she likes
and reflects his eyes and hair
only to think about when she prays

when the chants fade or end
i decide to go to the church
in the corner standing with my arms
tight around my ribs and Hanes t-shirt
waiting
for them to turn around and
one woman with her hand pointing out
doesn't know what she wants
going from screams and shrills
there there there
he is the exile among us all