August sun

August sun

drinks drink from hand

sucks sweat from skin

flies birds to the shade

swims fish to the deep end

chases me to the red light

  for a moment to breathe

she lights a cigarette

and cracks the window

as if it wasn’t hot enough 

for death already

god was taught to me 

on Sunday mornings i stood in line

to receive my peace

sometimes 

god got stuck in my mouth

so i’d sneak in my finger

and god would release

i gotta god for christmas and i i stuck the sinners against the wall in my bedroom and i pretended to be jesus and i um made the sinners pray or else i told’em that i would use my power with my god and um then they would wish that they would’ve prayed like i told’em to... and... then i showed my friend my god and but he got a god too so we played and ran around the block ‘till i got him and took his god away and made him pray like i made the sinners in my room pray and but he started to cry so i had to use my god to make him stop... and so i won