OUT OF A LUMINATED NIGHT SWEAT by Brent Grimes

A debauched legacy spiraling From the leakage of a morbid thought Trite: Of church, ever preaching Played out obscenities To a ear canal blocked With abscessed anxiety Yet ever heeding, The choir— The Jesus songs. Shrieks dammed With despair; Deep in the cunts of tithing Causing pleasure. I am guilt ravaged, Rolling A thunder from above; A cry Tries to escape The voids of cacophony; Nothing becomes Yet sound heard, Ejected and falling, A rage of stench Then visualized Out of a luminated night sweat; Yet I, Am awake