Wednesday, January 20, 2010

Criss Cross

Withering Christ
Criss cross
Passion imprecise
Hushed confessions
Dim lit rooms
Like a phone booth
Minus loose change
No dimes for sin
No dimes for the sinner
Like a toll booth
Stuck somewhere
Near the gates of Hell
Last hopes near fading
By a rose colored window
Passion imprecise
Like an altar mislaid
Stripped for sacrifice
Withering Christ
Criss Cross
No final words
Just a relic
Packed in ice
While the prayer
Grows exhausted
From the prayer
Like a candle
Near extinction
Sweat vapors
Make fading trails
Amen to night
A final toll
Yet coming
Criss cross
Passion imprecise.