gethsemane – J.L. Moultrie

December 26, 2025

my bones are still damp jewelry lost in sand
sky was the color of tree sap i tongue apples
off a blade the bottom fell out of my dungeon
these notions are bellowing hollowed by thirst
take me as i am moved into a shelter a year ago
today i pray while on my knees what can be said
to my former selves to mediate long standing
discord in between i can’t ensure that any survived
my only opinions center on suicide i think my way
out to have the mindset of a stray sin’s its own
indulgence we depend on finite supplies the women
i’ve kissed subsist on longing and have seldom seen
me cry there was a pew on stage an organ pushed
aside i say the right things as i exit the crowds
having no fear’s a prerequisite to live my nightmares
center on escape bank robberies self destruction’s
cathartic i’ve never used a vape joy is self erasure
nomenclature we wholly ignore like fowl to
snares i want your influence but i’m not prepared
like diviners answering the call she treated me
like a problem to solve i’m never more myself
than when alone reading i’m leaving end
of the world resolutions we need time apart
keep your love hidden like a shiv i’ve been
fasting against my will summon your sword
like peter then heal like christ