Public House

by on May 29, 2012 :: 0 comments

They said he was quite spiritual
Seeking sanctuary in his chapel
Where he’d stand at the alter
Waiting to receive communion
The lifeblood that would placate his soul
With the tepid insinuation of humanity
Before taking to his pew
And resting his head on his hands-
Taking his life into consideration.

editors note:

Absolution is dispensed by the ounce. – mh

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