These My Propensities

My faith
my consistent irresponsibility
my oft-colored nobility
the thick grey blood in the hallowed halls of my bloodstream
the thick grey vesicular knot of coiled string in my shallow balls
dead skin and sleeping dogs
then the empty threat of a shrieking god

and the wonder of it all

my face
my misplaced gentility
my propensity for proclivity
the empty rope coils covering the stains on my bed sheet
the various empty visions that parade within my sleep
cypress knees and pallid meat
heart within this heap
my shriveled core
gone door to door
dust to dust
and nothing more.

TA