Brionne Janae

LUNATIC LIAR LORD


left of my mind

I sit beneath the right hand of god

at Jesus’ feet like a cat only pretending

at humbleness    still given to devotion I purr

and move between his ankles

begging for any hint of affection

Men being men   god the father and Jesus

talk over me and I steal secrets like a slave

thinking bout burning the house down

Jesus bends to stroke his hand along my spine

and his fire is there

shut up in my bones

now you see me hissing and shouting

like a thing possessed and I am

a prophet struggling to transmute

the power of the lord

into something bite sized and sweet

so that you too might eat

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