No Salvation
>> Friday, January 7, 2011
I sat under the spitting head of
The warm shower
I watched the water cascade down
Onto my skin
Staring at it rolling over my tattoos
Without making them run
So odd, I thought
It thinks it is my real skin
Watch it run down the legs
And bead off the tip my cock
Washing away all
The filth of this world
All the hate and shame and fear
That accumulates on my skin as I walk
Through city streets
All the denial and anger
That had stained my being
The lust and perversions
That had clung to my face…
I watch this all run in dirty clear streams
Down my body
Back into the sewer
Back into the world
To start it all over again
I watched it and wept
For I know that my cleanliness
Is an illusion
No shower can clean
Your soul
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