Bibles
Familiar security awaits us
When we come home…
But some kill over frozen resin-cast exclusive fantasies
Of home…
The prophets on their one-way road
Told us enjoy each day, be kind
Forgiving peaceful perfect…
The rest is illusions installed by
(well-intentioned or insane) sorcerers
To curl humanity into impossible knots
And indeed for those sub-humans
Who wander off into their sad Midas dreams
Seducing hostages
Hell is home…
January 2019
