Hey, chatGPT, paint me a religion in tempera that I’ll believe

Jerez: Our stones, they shear, they shear like our religions

Our stones, they shear, they sheer like our religions.

My mouth is a Moorish gate of rhinestones and piercings and spikes.

jesus said, “hey, what you doing here hiding in the water from the draughts in the gap-filled room, where the … More

god is a bee without a chair, v0 I believe in birds , not bees , nor wasps , nor … More

Fortify now: You have lost your astrolabe and cast adrift where souls find no purchase … sent to the middle … More

were the sickening of swallows nowlet us go to church my friend you and i spread out against the sky … More

Jesus flies a kite The goat with the leech on his throat climbs to the pines at lean on the … More

of the birds in your hand and the hares at your feet you’ll stroke only them and i, alone, crave only to touch only … More

Dove of peace if i were but a dove of peace i’d sit on the left hand of my found … More

Sisters if i were but a sister of mercy i’d have no disgrace in this death of bed if i … More

the feet of the sparrow stand on the sinner’s tongue and the tongue of that newly-dead.

“ we never listened , would never care , so you too will sleep with the dogs at the bottom … More

jesus said, “ hey! i’ll sleep here til you also , arise, and , sink to the bottom , where … More

after the bread the men shall not be soothed the wife at hands-over-face the son is a clench the father … More

their mouths open,the transoms beg,they await the weep-weep of wingsthrough their lipsthe murmur,the tip-tap trace of love on one’s lip.

I has found that goat with the leech on his throat Among the pines at lean in the treeline: There … More

(midnight mass in maryland) Down amongst the pews,After the unruly brown childrenThe collapsed heap of stones in tweedIl Monsignor put … More