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sub-queen of sub-heaven

By B.I. Kukla
she gladly and thoroughly forgave the devil
his defiance, his arrogance, his irresistible lies
but she couldn’t forgive her bible-thumping dad
his lie of never lying, who could do that? 

now, isn’t life just playing?
role playing, cos playing, foreplaying
playing with God’s rejects’ pliable perceptions
so they can adore you while being duped?

with a daily air kiss to her daddy
she enjoys her life of God’s creation
the same way the Devil does
adored by creation of her own
the gods of loot and goddesses of prurience
superior by blackmail
grand by slander
magnificent in sweeping under the rugs
gods and dogs of sub-heaven
they will not spoil their fun
by accepting their God-given names
they take what looks good on others

when your everyday coffee from the corner deli suddenly becomes a punishment for some unconfessed sins of some unknown unconfessor and the counter person hands you this sentence without one word and the inner inferno of bad taste sours your day...

how serious can you be about your coffee? they say
well, it can make my day
while i chip away through the labyrinth of calcite thoughts
build by the self-proclaimed gods
breakers of boundaries, forgers of chains
speaking earthworms, thinking knives
eating you with their predatory eyes
beating you with their castanet-like mouths
nothing can be serious, i say
not even when they invade and destroy
as they believe they must
for their beliefs are but a sinister decoy
of the Lawless one, their protector
whose unlimited greed drowns wills and wits
powered by the hundred-layer deceit
and pride of artificial magnitude
of pleasure heights
how serious is any of that?

why did she believe that there is a spirit
in everything made by human hands?
even in her everything bagel?
some everything spirit?
(also holding up the cement statue we call by her name)
in only minutes of time
in spite of multitude of fake laughs
and undercover true sorrow
the love and fear of this edible delight
overweighs her craving for clairvoyance
with a deluge of fat
it beats paper, scissors and rock altogether
will her purple aura help her with that?

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