I want to write

by Mark

I want to write something
That’ll make Poe quiver.
He’ll shiver out his casket
Slap himself at my audacity
Questioning my sanity
Remembering his necrophiliac ways
Yet still believing I must go to
All fictitious heavens for salvation.

I want it to be
So vile
So audacious
adults become children checking
Their closets and door ways.
Religion shall sham it’s doctrines
Convict it,  placed on hit lists
Like Rushdie.

But how
to write such a tale?
When
It’s right
Outside.

Mark J Blu

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