(overheard at a promise keepers gathering)
i drink the puss
of the earth
and spit it out
in an orgasm
of rage
i take wet noodles
from the sky
and smash them
on my face
to hide my tears
i flail my wife
with her own
ragged soul
until she smiles
with my teeth
i do these things
for you lord
so you
will
love me