Clean

by Chris Butler

I’m clean,

showered with
dirty urine, holy water
and christ’s merlot blood
raining down from
her heaven.

I keep

reading the
devil’s bible,
as a higher power
highlights
any mention of
yesterday’s
rainbows
with marijuana
ashes,
allowing me
to forget
good words
without
the self-help of
white-out.

I’m clean,

still my veins
pump mud.