Russell's Homepage: Poetry: Idoll

This was an amusing story - one of my sister's friends challenged me to write a witty poem with the words faith, lust, crucifixion, abandonment, desecration and genuflect in it somewhere, with the chance that he might buy me a case of beer if it was good enough. When I found some time finally a week or so later, I wrote two (this is the supposedly witty one - turned out quite foolish really) and e-mailed them off. Sure enough, a few days later a slab of VB's turned up at my front door. Quite amusing it was - I didn't really expect that at all.

Idoll

			In my girlfriend's locker does my faith lie.

			My lust for her purity and perfectness
			Leaves me worrying that I have already desecrated her.
			I am troubled by this,
			And so turn to consult her locker
			Who replies to me
			That 'All good things must be crucified by someone stupid.'
			This makes ultimate sense
			And I return to my girlfriend's side
			Only to be abandoned by her moments later
			When I ask when she would like to be crucified.
			I cannot understand this -
			She would be doing this for me
			And yet she shies away from it.

			She must be far above my knowing.
			Far far above.
			I genuflect towards her as she melts away
			Into the dying afternoon gloom.