Friday, February 5, 2016

Counting Fingers

to hold temper for not to shout
at the playing god person
relaxing in front of me.

Resplendent in white
twiddling his fingers, he looks at me
with nonchalant air and giving
me his juridical decision regarding
my life. Donominating it into
punitive weeks.

I never could abide gods
nor the way they hold our
lives in their Pilate-cleaned hands
and juggle them in jest.

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