Just Your Average Sinner

Just Your Average Sinner I am just your average sinner, sly glances say, I am second chance, time around . I spin mediocre wildest-dreams in rundown hope hotels I am just a pretty sinner with a dusty trail of lust like green pollen in my wake. A vehicle of possibility to all the places we can drive our devils, with cocktails and vague musician who lean back on wooden chairs, against walls of fading paint. with tables for sins to be laid out like Thanksgiving. My sins are neon signs in yellowed rooms, My sins are rusted cans kicked in old beach towns. My sins are hot pavement under cracked rubber tires rumbling above. My back arched in a prayer to the sky. The rise of my hipbones like majestic mountains. My sins leak from my eyes. First one, then another. Down, Down they fall I fall to my knees. They fall and I curse them for leaving me too. I fall to my knees like the traveler who has journeyed too long, On my knees and I kiss the dirt of home. I am humbled and groveling...within my sinning. And I pray a much louder prayer. I am a much humbler servant, with much to forgive. I wear my sins like a raincoat to keep me dry from all the good intention and 'well-deserved!' that might be coming my way. I twist my sin into a paper flower and wear it in my sinful hair next to my sinful eyes by my sinful mind. I am just your average sinner Dreaming of living a better life someday. Praying to be a better me, someday. Someday is a funny place to live With towering hopes and skyscraping desires scratching at its sterile walls. No, not for me. I am just your average sinner... with extraordinary sins. 1/1 2014