NaPoWriMo: Bless/Curse

Sorry that Lady Gaga has been delayed again. It is 2/3rds written and a lot of fun. But I thought I'd update something else in between times.

I agreed to do NaPoWriMo (whatever that is short for, something to do with writing poetry, I guess). I was already doing the poetry challenge for Lent, so this fit right in anyway. Now, most of the poetry I write is not for general consumption; it usually has deep meaning for me and helps me sort out thoughts and feelings that otherwise I wouldn't speak aloud unless it was to people that I really trusted. But I do want to post a thing or two here. Starting tonight.

Maybe I'm just a liar
Hiding words in pigeon holes
Of he said/she said
Maybe I'm just crazy
And condescension masked in malice
Is the best practice here
Maybe I am unenlightened
And no longer care
Maybe I am broken
And want to be healed
Even if I don't know what that means anymore

When confronted by cows more sacred than people
I am an accidental iconoclast, clumsily swinging about,
Tripping and stumbling, grabbing past the signs
That bear the phrase DO NOT TOUCH.
I have broken and bought more times than I can count
Purchased at an interest rate that has no ceiling.
I am not sure what it means to forgive;
It was on the shelf, but crumbled away under my fingers.

Tactless hypocrite I remain,
Tacky and hapless,
Full of impatient agape.
My trembling ceased in a moment
on hearing the words,
"I love you broken".

Maybe someday the heuristics will finish their run
Until then, I keep the lamp burning.