come now
i welcome you
and as the sign of my invitation
i’ll smear some of my blood over my thoughts
before i write them down
come burning
like the ember at the end of my cigarette
which i burn ritualistically
like a sacrifice for sin
come, i’ll slay swine and serpents
to lay out for you
forgive me, it is all i have to give
but i understand that it is the sincerity of the giving
and not the gift
which you desire
and for your thirst
i’ll give a bitter gall
that is all
i have, for your thirst or for mine
but come
come in time
i pine
away
like every day
you ever made
i ask for no angels to herald your arrival
lest wiser men arrive
and present you with better gifts
than i can afford
come Lord
ca. 2011 – 2012
Justin Aptaker 