“sacred sucre” By: Dylan W. Krieger

when my christ-heart cracks open
crownfuls of candy-cane caviar fall out
rain down fishy baptism on all the
red-rimmed wine-dimmed spectators
whipping their dicks out for dick’s sake
b/c the blood hyphen overhang beckons
a thousand faith-affirming penetrations
as if to say please fuck me harder, Mr.
Roman Empire
, where every phallus
is its own collapsible lance of destiny
so arrest me, it’s too easy to blaspheme
what already reeks like decomposing mystery
meat so idle only mass-recycled idols
splint its flaccid little bones

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