Issue
#8 

a poem by Lara Konesky (2 of 3)

lying

one day god told me to leave the shit alone
and I told him I would be bored if I listened
god promptly held up his motherfucking finger
and shoved it up my ass
some day following that day I got married
in a green wedding dress, with an emerald ring
and god was still shoving something up my ass
and my eyes opened long enough to stay with
the hooker in Vegas
We had a kid when he reversed the vasectomy
but the kid was retarded
and I regretted our decision to make different decisions
than his former decisions
that i was not involved in
which made me hate him more while he loved me more
than anything in the world
and i stayed in bed
wondering why no one will give us more drugs when
we are dying
and he kissed my stupid tears
and he made love to me when i forgot his name
god told me girl stop fucking around the way you
like to fuck around
with veins and hearts and blood and he trailed off to
choke me out
not everyone has the violent soul of the trailer park
or the violent hands of desire
we can always do better than this, god said
but he was lying.

© by Lara Konesky
 
Gutter Eloquence Magazine ~ Issue #8 ~ March 2010    previous poem     next poem