Let the gospel of this mouth reach down to the spout

to the source of the grief that I felt between my sheets

 

X’s contemplating O’s

Grief hiding in the moans

How they left in a rapture like the good book says and the good book looks

In the hearts of the exes and says

what more can they do before they are through with you

 

So now that the pain has made the deeds fresh again

how faded memories get more vibrant with the time opposite the theory

When the heart is involved

 

Gabriel, Moses, Mary, and Joseph

Sound the trumpets of departure

Let the soul depart from the bounded body that my exes left behind

milked prayers depart from my lips as the decay sets in

 

Prayer for the one who loved me less for my resilience and more for the submission

 

Prayer for the one who strung me along while his dreams were being molded

 

Prayer for the one who wanted sweet symphonies of his half-ass attempts

to be bellowed in my orchestra

 

Prayer for the one who could never choose between me or the woes of the exes

 

Prayer for the one who made me feel like the Cain of the story while letting Abel pass me by

 

Prayer for the one who is down the line to do what has been done

for the mistakes never seemed to be cleansed by the communal bread

or drowned by the fermented wine as I dine on the salt and vinegar of the eyes

 

Rivers pour into my mouth and lets the cries of Psalms be gargled in the throat

for the prayers I speak are not meant to be heard by the oracles of the exes

 

 

 

So in selfless sedation of selfish ponderings

I have come to the altar of indifference

for there is never a change with this kind of worship

 

Repetition and vindication

seem to be at odds on my tongue

as the smoke of ash and mirth wafted

on the rafters of the begotten church of delinquencies

 

Devil, demon, saint and lord

Ex 1, ex 4, ex 5, ex 9

Mingle between the syllables

of prayers to my exes