Judgement

Whenever lust erupts within
the fabric of my dreams
and stains my soul with wicked words
of post-erotic screams

I stutter my confession
before the God of sin
repenting of the blasphemies
my mind has wallowed in

thus cleansing from my consience
the knowledge that I lied
while praying in that vestibule
where lambs are crucified

and the essence of my laughter
though denying what was said
rings from wall and rafter
even after I am dead

C. Lon R. Bruso

— Lonnie, May 30, 2010

About This Poem

About the Author

Region, Country: New England, originally, now, Macon, N.C., USA

Favorite Poets: Poe, Frost, Bob Dylan

Critiques

DawningDaytripper

16 years ago

Wow, I see how you got the

Wow, I see how you got the title. Intense good stuff here Lonnie, thanks for sharing Julie D.D.

scribbler

16 years ago

judgement

if we're judged by our dreams, we're all damned HA!HA!good write..... scribbler

panaella

16 years ago

well-crafted

A well crafted poem Lonnie (as usual)...however, I detect the catholic guilt-thing over your sexual desires. As the previous commentator mentioned...if we are condemed by the content of our dreams, I'm currently on level 3 of Dante's levels of Hell! Ells x

Beauregard

16 years ago

I am going to assume

that that whole first stanza was Lonnie using his expert skills to say "wet dream" without actually saying it. HEHEHE! 3.2: "knowledge" isn't sitting quite right with me. I think 'notion' or 'idea' would work (I'm still not grasping this meter thing). Perhaps even 'reason', but that would change the meaning of that line. I think "knowledge" sounds a little off when read aloud, that's all. Strangely though, it doesn't seem to have that same issue when read silently. "in that vestibule/ where lambs are crucified" --> wow... just. wow. ;) Kelsey