Am I no decent woman?
Am I no decent 'cause in my sleep I dream of the big bang?
Am I no decent 'cause in my waking I dream of the gang bang?
Am I not thinking cheap as dirt and free as verse and misunderstood
as opera of the homeless and and misinterpreted as childhood
and wrongly unappreciated on Carnaby street or in Hollywood
as happening with a hula hoop, as happening with Crucifix of wood
and silver and turquoise of Jesus' eyes and red of his blood
and his tears.
No decent woman doesn't believe in the divine origin of Jesus.
No decent woman believes him until she sees the imprint
of burning with red and gory Hell in the tears of Jesus
and ordinariness of them in the absence of the Holy Spirit
for whom Christ mourns and boo hoo hoos with the tint
of disbelief and resentment.
Only no decent woman anticipates fear in His eyes.
Only no decent woman seeks no blood, blue as His skies,
in the purulent stigmas on His palms with the heaps of flies
circling around His wounds and His tongue that is smeared with lies
which He had to tell to make people believe in the truth of all truths -
none of us need to be led by someone with a palm or a wisdom tooth
or by an unseen Shepard or a bearded king or a youth
hiding a blood-stained sling in his bosom.
No decent woman who shared a bed with others so many times,
who so many times heard the awkward sounds of the midnight chimes
and a cappella of one-man moans and creak of springs
that like a cancerous growth blossoms between her and the man who clings
to her flushed moist flesh, no that decent woman believes in any things
before they kiss her. Before they sting her. Before they sing and caress her strings
as if she is a true Ingre's violin, as if she is not a no decent woman.
They treat her body like a famous building.
It is entered by anyone whenever the faultless doorman
open its gates. Sometimes he forgets to close them.
Some men try to blow it up from the insides and to turn it into a caravan
to take it with them whenever they want. Whenever they feel like that.
But some just want to bury themselves under the debris,
under the bricks in the shape of a woman's neeple or a knee.
They are not even men, just gluttons for punishment.
No decent woman once saw one of them wearing a cassock.
He presented her with advice without her consent
He told her to choose between sedatives and death
But she knew that he had never heard pain in Jesus' last breath.
He heard only relief and comfort, he heard only what he wanted to hear,
he heard only what he wanted to feel, what was sweet to his ear
He saw no Hell,
he saw no fear,
he saw no tear,
he saw no man on another cross with his eyes pecked up,
were those eyes his? He sees nothing, only tells others to drink their cup.
No decent woman speaks no Latin,
she doesn't need it, as well as she doesn't need a blue cloak of satin,
or pater noster, or mess with people who readily batten
priests with their confessions, who are holding one gigantic book
and silently stir their mouths with the same words like fish on hooks
and instead of believing ideas believe in rituals and crowned crooks.
No decent woman speaks no languages -
she knows that prayers are in Aramaic but her wit
prompts to her that holy images are multilingual,
she knows only one such image -
of a carpenter from Bethlehem
who all his life disaccustomed others to condemn
no decent woman,
who had pitiable thirty three years of lifespan,
but who dared to prophesies with all he is and all he was
being of no mystical origin, but just a man.
And no decent woman knows that only then a man called Jesus
could become our Saviour.
Am I no decent woman?
Am I no decent 'cause I need to be stung by a wasp to feel summer?
Am I no decent 'cause I think that boredom comes together with a hummer?
Am I no decent 'cause I know that this duet shoots porn,
stars in porn
and watches porn?
Am I no decent 'cause this duet begets children, that's what I think of with scorn?
Or am I no decent in your blinkered weary eye
just because when I crane my neck I see above only sky?
Just because my crucified lover also saw above only sky?