A calvary of clowns
Finds the spiritual lining
In my symphony of sardonic sacrilege
Convinced they understand
The “like-mind” of my pursuit
Of the all-consuming spirit
Then they’re offended
Seeing the beating heart
Of my experiential God
Which blasphemes
Every dumb notion
Of a belief system hitherto held
Glorifying the revelation of darkness
Embracing the devil
Denying fear by defeating desire
Defecating on the church pulpit
Flinging feces far and wide
Over every chapel’s
Stained glass silhouettes
Shattered in the unforetold reckoning
Their beloved symbology
Of father, virgin and son
Who’ve only ever existed
Within