
gabriel and holy spirit share the star penthouse (TM) on top of the tree / sometimes they fuck take a cig
and gossip about their community / I can’t stand these nice suburb’s trust fund pricks cinnamon
barely cooked gingerbreads men (HOE) playing in the tinsels says gabriel / they move oppositely
towards the poor area facing the room’s corner where overcooked sugar men are hanged
among bulb broken lighting chains / these ones are quiet says spiritual ego / they’re
off the narrative says gabriel (LOL) fuck I forgot to text the delivery boys / these
three (UPS) pricks never make it in time for the baby shower says venerated
atmosphere / ungrateful immigrants / I have many people in stump city
showing up a(C)t 18:30 says gab / maw the green pastures by 5 then
(HOE) says sanctified psyche / I’m tired of this yearly ritual – shine
your face on me your contouring’s off says gab / they question
the narrative says divine atman / I know says gab /
they’re destroying (THE) traditions with moons
and lampstand says blest ka / left cheek
now says gab – you think I like making
sure every g(HOE)d given year the
little DJ zus is given onto us
with a radiant face
and white
balls
?
Valentin Fauque is a French anglophile who’s trying his best. Can currently be seen in Paris fulfilling an academic dream with tired eyes. Previously published in Near Window.