In this fabled prediction
of Jesus’s crucifixion,
he learned of his addiction
and brought to fruition
the shame of the Pharisees,
jealousy in the Sadducees,
the terms of the prophecies,
and miracles to those who seek
him out for his divinity.
Their love approaches infinity.
Jesus has a special affinity
for making new enemies.
Now fast forward to Passover,
where he pisses off the high-rollers.
They plot his fall, a covert
op, in order to recover
their loss of power.
In the end, Jesus will tower
above on the Holy Cross,
but his teachings were not lost.
I’d like to start this life over anew,
To regenerate this life and give it
Meaning. I would give anything
For a reset, to erase it all and
Begin again, to forget my history.
I want to have worth to my life,
To have something to my name. If
Anything, I need thus. Regenerate me.
Cold words cut like bitter steel through someone’s psyche.
Have you no care for others’ well-being? Have you
no regard for the burden they carry? Rightly
put in their place are those who use words as weapons.
A ham’s scent from roasting in the over
fills the room. Lights and ornaments cover
the Christmas tree. The kids ask, “Is heaven
similar to this?” All their eyes hover
between gifts wrapped perfectly, each p sent
full of wonder and surprise. Overwhelmed
with joy, they tear the paper up, content,
with their new items they now own. Seldom
does such happiness fill each of the kids.
A scene of white appears to them outside,
the earth blanketed in snow. A sled skids
down a hill of perfect, pure fluff. The light
of the sun reflects off the white blanket.
Christmas, a holiday that we sanctioned.
I look to the cloudy sky, full of hope
that someone, somewhere, is looking for me
in the same manner that I search for them.
Oh, sweet, delicious cupcake,
your flavorful frosting is so enticing
to me. You seduce me with sugary
scrumptiousness, you call for me to
Oh, strawberry-frosted vanilla cupcake,
sprinkled with delight, a temptress
you are. You know my inner workings;
you are my weakness.
Oh, cake of many cups, bite-sized
wonder, you bedazzle the plates you rest
upon. You’re independent, able to stand alone,
but also complimentary, bringing out
the best facets of every companion
Oh, dear, beloved cupcake, just one
is not enough. You make me hunger
for more, my craving insatiable.
Oh, cupcake, the last of its
kind, I pick you up and allow
your final journey through the
highway of my human body,
an expedition or my entrails,
a mysterious myriad of twists
and turns, to begin at long last.
Wrote this for my little brother, Matthew, because he loves cupcakes and told me to write him a poem about them. Hope you enjoyed it!
Rip my heart cleanly from my chest,
Crush it until it’s dust before my eyes,
And let my body lie exposed to the elements.