Masking Tapes Are the Kicks for Walking on Water

We’re all the plaque
On the inside of teeth
Residing in hiding

wiping
The pretty smile off
Your face

We’re all fated to
A strict diet of gutter roaches
And the queen’s
Used maxi pads

But masking tape kicks
Match the blue in her eyes
The scabs on her face
and grinning gash
grieves for something
better

I dream of a merciful God
One who smiles
At meth heads and stray cats

Can you condemn
For the sin
You gave us?

Can you cast us aside
To a fate of eternal damnation

Is the image in which
You designed us in
So flawed?

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s