JOURNEYS, PART 5; IN PARALLEL

What if we coexist

CONCURRENTLY,

incredibly?

What if we are dancing through this

DUALITY,

indelibly?

What if we are persons

in parallel,

APART?

What if our only

difference

was our start?

What if there were

CHOICES

in the past, that existed?

What if there were bonds

that held tight,

that RESISTED?

What if FREEDOM

of choice

had been an option?

What if it wasn’t

just the cold word

of ADOPTION?

What if there are two of me

living lives

in PARALLEL,

one born to rules

and the other

to RAISE SOME HELL.

All words and photographs by Damien B. Donnelly

BORDERS AND BOUNDARIES, NO. 10, NAPOWRIMO

 

I hear you

preaching

still

from your performance 

pulpit,

the shit-pit of sermon 

where you scared 

the simple man.

I hear you 

still

preaching 

of parish and prayer

with your manners moody 

at mass 

with the mouldable masses.

Years later

over dinner 

and before dessert 

you spilt your sins

between the bread and wine,

your collar in the car

and your blessed ring

upon your manhood.

We can dress in robes,

we can fuck who we want,

but you can’t preach before the choir 

if you take boys in for hire.

All words and drawings by Damien B. Donnelly