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“Someday, you will run through my stories like sprinklers on days when God plugs in the sun and cranks up the volume.”

- Rudy Francisco, “Me and My Father” (via fuckyeahrudyfrancisco)

The San Diego PoetrySLAM returns this Monday!!

Featuring Clint Smith and Carrie Rudzinski!

3925 Ohio St.

8pm

$5

spektrmodule:

amnesiacbutterfly:

i have seen the future and this will never be okay

IT WAS THE MSOT BULLSHIT DEATH HIS POWER WAS LITERALLY SURVIVAL HE WAS ABLE TO SURVIVE SHIT

“

To the man standing on the corner holding the sign that said

“God hates faggots.”

I’ve never seen,

exactly

who it is that you paperclip your knees,

meld your hands together and pray to

But I think I know what he looks like:

I bet your God is about 5’10”.

I bet he weighs 185.

Probably stands the way a high school diploma does when it’s next to a GED.

I bet your god has a mullet.

I bet he wears flannel shirts with no sleeves,

a fanny pack

and says words like “getrdun.”

I bet your god—I bet your god—I bet your god watches FOX news,

Dog the Bounty Hunter, voted for John McCain, and loves Bill O’Reilly.

I bet your god lives in Arizona.

I bet his high school served racism in the cafeteria

and offered “hate speech” as a second language.

I bet he has a swastika inside of his throat,

and racial slurs tattooed to his tongue

just to make intolerance more comfortable in his mouth.

I bet he has a burning cross as a middle finger and Jim Crow underneath his nails.

Your god is a confederate flags wet dream

conceived on a day when the sky decided to slice her own wrists,

I bet your god has a drinking problem.

I bet he sees the bottom of the shot glass more often than his own children.

I bet he pours whiskey on his dreams until they taste like good ideas,

Probably cusses like an electric guitar with Tourette’s plugged into an ocean.

I bet he yells like a schizophrenic nail gun,

damaging all things that care about him enough to get close.

I bet there are angels in Heaven with black eyes and broken halos

who claimed they fell down the stairs.

I bet your god would’ve made Eve without a mouth

and taught her how to spread her legs like a magazine

that she will never ever ever be pretty enough to be in.

Sooner or later you will realize that you are praying to your own shadow,

that you are standing in front of mirrors and are worshipping your own reflection.

Your God stole my god’s identity and I bet he’s buying pieces of heaven on eBay.

So next time you bend your knees,

next time you bow your head

I want you to

tell your god—

that my god

is looking for him.

”

- Rudy Francisco, Your God (via cloudyskiesandcatharsis)

“You laughed like a metaphor I’ve been trying to write down for years.”

- Rudy Francisco, “Take Me With You” (via fuckyeahrudyfrancisco)

I’m hosting the San Diego PoetrySLAM tonight and doing a poem.

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Here’s a little bit about our feature “Marshall has a rare gift for making us think, feel and realize things we never realized before all at the same time. His words flow smoothly and his meaning is deep. His poetry is a gift to all those who will listen.” Simon Sinek- Speaker, Best-Selling Author: Start With Why and Leaders Eat Last

I’m hosting the San Diego PoetrySLAM returns tomorrow!