And my little death
says to me
there is no god;
God is love.
And every apron
yells away
my days
in dirty dish dreams.
And my Jerusalem
refuses me
the exhausting exhilaration
of power.
And my nose
knows when to bleed
during parties
of perfect people.
And my future
forgets all this shit,
especially poetry
because it is pointless.
And my little death
says to me
there is no god;
God is love.