infectious insane

Am I infectious insane?
When the words escape my mouth
Is it all you can do to hope
to hope upon hope
like a love sick dope fiend
trading love for dope
like a nun polishing candles
is my phalic nature a grievance?
disturbance,
will my candle come clean?
will it burn away the layers
of dirt
of grime
of sex, sin, and orgasm mimed
will my candle burn pure
pure enough to napalm my lips
like barren fields
so I can pray to you
to gain
and sustain
the un-ending
So I may kneel
and be cured of me
So I may kneel
So I may kneel

to be healed