The Book of Illusions

 

Turned on 

my reliable 

coping device
to sidestep this life
yet again

Drawn to dream slopes

Peaks capped in soft snow

Mirrored reflections

in the bluest lake

God ever did create 

Not ashamed to confess
this homage to serenity
is entirely

one hundred percent

an alcohol induced
illusion sanctuary

of repressed imagination

the cheap libations did liberate

You can't put a price tag

on this kind of needed freedom

Though many

of a puritanical bent

will deposit their two cents in

to launch me on a guilt trip

for abuse of spirits

The whole ancient

sin damnation rap

I long ago moved past

The Lord is way more tolerant

of the flaws in his creation

At least that's my convenient

semi pious interpretation

So leave your judgements
and shameless hypocrisy
in my packed Denial Lobby

and I'll say three Hail Mary's

as half ass penance

for my immortal soul

and your lame attempt

at heathen reclamation