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Faces.

Published November 19, 2015 by April Fox

This is how we live

with our sidearms drawn

our fingers free of scars

and polished

sheltered in the skin

of privilege

ripped away from someone else’s skull,

stretched and starched and painted on

until it fits our own

we are the faces

of the things

we need to hate.

Cowering inside,

doors locked, the black holes of our brains

filled up with pious rhetoric

lying down to sleep on satin sheets

to dream the nightmares of the idiots

terrified of children

and of peace.

command.

Published September 26, 2012 by April Fox

and then there’s this
conversely
bleak grey screens flashing
disco balls of whatthefuck
screaming
buy me feel me hear me
fuck me
leashed together, shackled minds
stay in step
don’t
fall
out
let the great ones take you down the path to
everything is
a-ok
wash your feet in the bloody lamb, facing east
and pork’s a sin and
you were SAVED from the chance to
acknowledge your sins
give yourselves some credit,
loves
points for creativity
the universe provides for
god’s will and what it doesn’t
you don’t need
even life.
shanti om, hallelujiah
pass the judgment
to your left.
black feet, black teeth, bellies fat with hunger
maggots teeming on the faces of the children in the trash cans
one meal a day and get your head blown off for freedom
to own oil
and half the world
pro
fucking
life,
right?
you, with your signs screaming love’s a sin and
go to hell
which of these poor sad condemned souls
started as a cell
you sanctified?
right hand on your heart you pray
to gaudy demigods
i pledge allegiance
to the state
(craven images, and all-
did you forget?)
you can’t make this shit up.

Amendment One

Published May 9, 2012 by April Fox

i feel as if
amendment one
is being read by the light of a bulb
shining through the skins
of my family, friends-
my children.

how can you cry your careful,
scripted tears over the loss of a life
not yet started
and tell the child before you
that his life means less than yours?

pro-life, and yet you spit
your prejudice and bile into the faces of your neighbors
fight to take away
their right to life

how easy is it for you to waste your righteous hours
combing through the verses in your book
tossing bits and pieces into piles by the side
over here are things that we’ll ignore
over here is where we make the condemnation pile

you gossip in the grocery aisles
while you shop for pork and tampons
maybe lobster for the anniversary of when you stopped
fucking behind the back
of the god that you adore

dip your razor in the baptismal pool
round the edges of your beard
shave your scalp clean
watch your faith fall to the floor

wine-drunk in the mornings
cannibalizing christ and if his body was inside you
you would see where you are wrong.

slave-owner, whore
if i were bible-bound like you
i could whip you while you cleaned my floors
then sell you for your meat
so your body could be violated
like your conscience must have been.

Hypocrite

Published April 6, 2012 by April Fox

This time of year tends to bring out the holier-than-thou in a lot of religious folks; I’m fortunate that I don’t experience it much within my own circle of cherished people, but it’s definitely out there and I see enough of it that it makes me kind of ill. I used to write a lot about this stuff, and then I got all happy and started writing more about that, but apparently the old attitude is still around. If you’re a person of faith and don’t try to shove your beliefs down my throat like a drunk on a two-dollar whore, you’re awesome. If you’re in the other camp, the judgmental, hypocritical “Christians” who, were they to encounter him today, would look at Jesus as a scruffy, dirty, liberal, socialist prick, this is for you.

when the lord passed around all the
cautions, the thou shalts, the judge nots and
love thy- and posted his one holy son at the altar of
humankind, walking through whore streets, cavorting with
tax men and
derelicts
homeless folk, barefoot and ugly
where were you standing?
slack-jawed and stupid, soaking up only the things that you wanted
the good bits sloughed off like dead skin in a mud hole
you carry your bibles like armour to ward off the logic
the notion that doing right
might be enough and you cry out
BELIEVETH in he that has made you
believeth, and ye shall be saved
from the horrors you’ve made for yourselves-
absolution.
i can do all things
i am imperfect
i am a sinner, abject, inherent
nothing can stop me from doing wrong, i am a failure in god’s eyes but i can be
saved
by my faith
enter heaven’s gates, bloodied and rape-bruised
my fingerprints branded on soft skin
and memories
i can do anything
saved in his name
the holy ones
kneel down
receive your host
effigy savior goes soft in your mouth
spit out the bitter taste
wipe your lips clean
beleiveth
and ye shall be saved.

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