Only My Words

I’m covered in dirt,

but my words are still clean

 

A vision half dried

with stains running deep

 

With sinners and saints

arm in arm at the bar

 

Each infection we share

tonight’s hookup and score

 

Meaningless excuses

all scandal affirmed

 

My bed made with sheets

from a brothel once scorned

 

As I lie in the shadows

with my soul partly damp

 

My words are set free

—to the heavens restamped

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2015)

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