Sunday, August 30, 2009


What should I confess?
That I stole a bottle of nail varnish
when I was ten and gave it
to my mother for her birthday?

That sometimes I throw my vege peels
in the rubbish instead of recycling,
and occasionally I see a woman
I'm attracted to?

That I find the idea of a God who bred
a universe to worship him, and allowed
thousands of years of crime and punishment,
to prove a point, cruel and egotistical.

My sins are small, but my fear
is fifteen fathoms deep, and my guilt
is all the vast oceans, with only a rock
on which to rest my feet.


Blogger Chris Never said...

totally agree re the whole God shtick, what an absurd concept formal religion suggests to us

Stealing something and giving it as a gift, very interesting stuff *smile*.

The poem is tre excellent kid, the ending does justice to the whole.

4:38 PM  
Blogger burning moon said...

lol. I still feel guilty about that bloody nail polish. My older sister and her American friend dared me to do it.

2:21 PM  
Blogger Chris Never said...

Ahh the wicked sister and her worldly American accomplice *grin*

Well, you met their dare, so more power to you kid,rising to the challenge has validity :)

even if you are a criminal *laughing*

3:04 PM  

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