Hugging the bible, fingernails ripping

Into the blessed open pages of holy men

And their holy words from God and Jesus

And Mary and Joseph and Peter, and—oh!

God please save my soul!

Then he got into the boat and his disciples followed him.

Without warning, a furious storm came up on the lake,

so that the waves swept over the boat.

But Jesus was sleeping.

The disciples went and woke him, saying,

"Lord, save us! We're going to drown!"

Matthew 8:23-25

:He doesn’t even love you.

:He’s going to go and see her today.

:It’ll never work.

:You’re too young. You don’t understand.

Maybe in a few years you’ll be ready.

:You are too—different from each other.

:How can you possibly?

:But you’re so ugly!

:He’s just too beautiful for you.

Too. Beautiful.

“You’re so beautiful,

You know that,

Don’t you?”

:Your hair is ugly.

:Your face is ugly.

:Your teeth are (obviously)

Oh-so-ugly, your hair isn’t

Right.

:Your smile isn’t toothy

:You spew forth ridiculous dreams.

“You’re so beautiful.

You know that—

You’re stupid.

You’re family’s so poor.

You can’t even afford this

And that and this and that and

You want some of this food, don’t you?

Well too bad, allergic! allergic!

If I breathe on you will you—

“You’re so beautif-

Ugly.

Ugly.

Stupid.

Stupid.

Good-for-nothing jealous brat,

Street-rat hippie ideali--

“You’re so-

All you do is just talk shit.

What are your ideas, anyway,

Did you get them from a--

“You’re s-

Just go back to your own life!

I don’t even want you in mine you

absurd ludicrous—

“You-

He replied, "You of little faith, why are you so afraid?" Then he got up and rebuked the winds and the waves, and it was completely calm.

Matthew 8:26

Ah. The calm

Soothe my soul with your Aloe-Vera love,

It’s been burned so badly from you,

Beelzebub. Your flames from hell whip

And lash and tinge and tingle with false

Pleasure and righteousness.

Tomorrow when I’ll wake up,

I’ll say:

I put my hand

In God’s

Today.