a sermon

By John Matey


bound to your fears 

by blood and tears, 

each one a crooked cross

you pin me to 


i am the captive congregation

sermon sent through generation

and the floods of your love 

are unending 


you wield god like a hammer – 

i am the nail driven deep 

to build this house, 

this second coming 

this arterial sermon 

that ruminates


Angels                                                                                                            Dear Boy