jezebel of plastic bells
she smiles her best reverend smile
when she feels like murder
toward someone somehow holier
than her best self-delusion
//who do you pray to
when your mouth is like abyss
and your words poison the light of day like smoke?
for what good are prayers filled with lies?//
jezebel of elastic tales
she proclaims peace and love
for all the reverend mothers of thieves and whores
all jezebels and delilahs, oh dear
interrogating imaginary spirits sisters
//who do you pray to
when you open your abyss
and your words are a swarm of hungry locusts?//
jezebel of plastic sails
she storms her smiley guile-y heaven
by offering candy in unrestrained profusion
that's how she understands life
all the things sweet and nice
for the queen of heaven’s paradise
//who do you pray to
when your heart has seven heads and ten horns?
some sleazy god somebody else believes in?
granting authority to your fake eyelashes
and your piously-maintained sexual high?//
but isn't she charming?
isn't she nice?
won't she always share any secrets with you?
won't she promise you sweeter sweets and higher heights?
she will make you dream of islands of greener grass
just before she burns your house
with well lubricated lies
and home-baked pies
that's how she understands her reign
could she ever falter?
or refrain?
jezebels of customized miniature hells
