AN ATTEMPT AT HONESTY
Fine, let me say it and don’t
Forgive me, I am an atheist.
In past lives I had to give enough.
I had to become a priest
So I could learn to read,
I was a corruptor of men
And women and was burned
For loving the taste of Satan’s meaty cock
And spending night after night summoning her
To my cell just so I could spend hours
Sniffing the wisdom of her rectum,
I lived in the desert without ever once
Letting a woman hold me with her breath
And was forced to die when there were no more insects to eat,
I probably was killed because I believed in circles
Or else was beaten to death when I couldn’t
Kill another man and was raped every day in prison
And denied the rite of eye-sight
The 21st century is a gift, to me,
So the Church can go fuck themselves,
They have taken enough from me already,
I want to spend time on my Kindle reading
PHILLIP MARLOWE AND HIS GAY FRIENDS
Phillip Marlowe would have nothing against a gay man,
He would joke with him and laugh and get drunk
And drunker and as drunk as they could get until maybe
They kissed a little, in fact the harder his gay friend got
The more he would like him.
About the Author
FRANK TERRY was born in 1988; he graduated from The University of Iowa in 2013 with a BA in English literature. His poems have appeared in The Rio Grande Review, Yellow Chair Review, Rhino Poetry and Far Off Places. Frank believes in heavy metal and great vegan home cooking.