Unsplayed Answers (Fourth Wok)



God,
(make your voice like it were a caricature, not your own voice, never your own)
Piss on me, I can rise no more, shower me with your ritalin heavy piss
Dawn no longer witching, the steam from hot milk tea rising as you stood
Leaning over the railing looking down on to the yard that was the counseling center.
God,
That was fifteen years ago.
(make your voice like it were a caricature, not your own voice, never your own)
I still think he will walk out of the sunrise like an elvis conspiracy. I never did grow up.
I still think what they did was a mistake and they were not at fault,
I still think of visiting, or maybe just sending mail.
God,
(make your voice like it were a caricature, not your own voice, never your own)
I see my flesh and blood and bones today, greedily and quietly play with himself, get stronger
Larger every passing day, larger in every way, God, bury me in your scorn.
A corner, a bend on the beach, God,
Add your additional prayers here.
Chant three times to conclude the practice.
(Not your own voice, never your own.)
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