God must too
Be a loser –

For all beauty
Is born from His rejects,

Like impetuous words
I’ve forgotten,

Only drivel
To ones who don’t know

Or can’t ever recall
Through their eyes

How safety
Has murdered our instincts

By this burdened life
So devoted

No truth can flow
Out its lips.

Faith
Is a challenged fixation,

Some broken belief
Nearly failing,

Gaining new sight
Through the blindness

That rational doubt
Often brings.

Poetry
Keeps me detached.

Let its heaviest lines
Be reminders

Of one last fuck
Still remaining

Inside this soul
Weighted down.

• J. Pigno