Repost: A Boy Named Jesus

Originally posted on 12/19/05

A Boy Named Jesus
By: HX

Last night I made love to a boy named Jesus--
Holy rolling on a funky, anonymous mattress.
Climactic juices squeezed from the vine--
Dulce-bitter
and his stroke turned it into wine.

I loved him
but soon after my advances were crucified--
Heartbroken and dick swollen with delayed desire I touch myself--
screaming in Sodomite bliss.
I need him to come finish this.

But boys like Jesus just don't love boys like me.
They just like the sway of my hips and the sweet of my sweets...

But I hope he knows
That a fuck on every 7th day is alright with me.

Resolved.

Perfecting the art of silence is the 8th deadly sin.

HX

The Ballad of The Earth People

The Ballad of The Earth People (A Freewrite in the key of H-Flat)

By: HX

I believe in God. But I can't help but fall when the ground shakes. I believe that I am a believer. And that is about the only thing that I can believe with any conviction. Everything else seems to just be a negotiation between fantasy and reality. Wouldn't it be grand if you could exist and just know. Not the "knowing" that those with faith profess to have but truly "knowing"...knowing that you'll get back up...knowing where your journey is leading you to...knowing when you've reached the end. I guess that is why God is God and you and me are we because we will never have that power. Am I selfish for wanting that power? I didn't ask to be here but yet I have to figure out a way to stay here? We rely on the unexplainable to offer an explanation. And quite frankly I'm sick and tired of negotiating. But I have no choice. I'm an earth person. I'm imperfect. Flawed. Needy. Blessed and cursed with a brain. And you'll have to excuse me but today I'm shaken and I'm staying down. I don't feel like giving up my ghosts quite yet. No Clark Kent. No phone booth. No Superman. Today I'm just human. And I feel numb.