I was a virgin until I was twenty-four.
How I wish I were a whore-
as I would have been called by the one who reared me.
Back then I was of the belief
that carnal pleasures would bring me grief-
for I would incur the wrath
of a god created
by a religion
for which I never fully subscribed.
But I see now. I see
that we were not meant to be
Saints belong to heaven.
Earth is for God
And on earth there must also be
love and kindness and decency-
and all those things that have nothing to do with
doctrine and dogma and institutions
institutes, expectations, traditions,
teams and clubs
all those things
which the good people of this world
is for those who are brave enough to be free
of the tedious monotony
of fitting in
of bridling the spirit
and crushing the soul.
Here’s to the poets, the misfits, the lovers, the brave
the fearless who live this life with compassion and God
when the world becomes as small as the crate you’ll be buried in,
you’re as good as dead.