Ode To OCD #1 — Fractured Faith Blog

From the folks at Fractured Faith Blog.

I know what this feels like.

You let me binge And now I’m singed Unhinged. Swinging from the gallows that I constructed for You. As you look on The idle god of all you survey. You smile As I decay Dismayed and flayed. Splayed in my grave Of rotating routine.

via Ode To OCD #1 — Fractured Faith Blog

Chris Cornell Covering “Nothing Compares 2 U.”

Chris Cornell is gone. Prince is gone. Sinead O’Conner is fighting for her mental health.

The verses are about lovers, but the song means more than that.

This is my favorite version.

That voice.

A Psalm of Prince, Sinead, and Chris. Selah.

Paxil Christi (For Lorenzo Albacete)

Paxil Christi
for Lorenzo Albacete

I want to drink the sweet cup of your serotonin, Oh God,
and eat the sweet meat in your bones, broken Christ.

“These are my t-cells, broken for you.
This is my biochemistry, shed for your healing.”

Rilke, in translation, calls you “drifting mist,”
Holy Boson.

You transpose the songs of old stars
in great pyres,
their death rattles hum on our sinews,
our tongues,
forging all means to see
and receive them.

Their death is Father,
their light across time his Son,
our receptors, star-born,
death-born inversions,
atoms within us receiving.

This is no metaphor, physics.
Spiritu sancto, Amen.

Comprehend with us
in compline,
brimless fires, these,
alive with holy heat,
perfect burning beads by which
we contemplated God.