a corner of
the room swept
of a monster presiding
over a new age demonic
religion, vain talkers and deceivers,
cleansed of the tears we wept,

pagan believers,
a witch's broom, a
light of brothel red, and
a Cherokee dreamcatcher
hangs from the ceiling above
our bed,

We, of the
Rosicrucian
illuminati read
aloud a list of clergy
crimes where nothing
rhymes, and then it dawns
on us, yes, to leave the damn
religion behind that prayed too
hard to win over the prey at the crotch
of debt, a blackmailer's crime of misdirected
fornication, a man of the cloth's sick deed, but 
not once did we give the satanic El Diablo hand sign,

that's us in
the corner, that's
us in the spotlight
losing our religion
under the watchful Eye
of Horus, lesbian polygamy
fucking under the new polytheism
watching pornography filmed in nature,
the woods alive with owls and the rut of elk,
the blood-engorged animal penis bending inside
the cow like Kundalini Yoga, our orgasm clearing our
channels of the Christian faith, that being part of a brain
implant of false memory by an evil cosmic priest,

We are New Age
channelers, free thinkers,
Feng Shui, our arrangement
of mind furnishings and theosophical
landscapes, lunar tides, tarot and runes, 

equine acupuncture,
Night of the Foal, the needles
restoring our balance, full moons,

the Sphinx's paw,
Edgar Cayce and Thoth, 
the Emerald Tablets and REM
losing our religion and it's all been
recorded in Akashic Record, that's us in
the corner, that's us in the spotlight losing
our religion.

Copyright Ms. Sage Sweetwater, firebrand lesbian novelist