Dark Matter Dark Energy

my grandmother told me

the only sin is waste

I used to lie

I'd attribute it

to the grandma I never even knew

not sure where I really picked it up

that gem

but it seemed like

I'd be such a fantastic fellow

having such wisdom

knitted onto my double helix

what an interesting

old bag

she sounded like

in my fiction

that precious nugget

more spiritual than religious

concerned with right and wrong

yet free of arbitrary dictates

and built-in moral hypocrisy

a unified theory

at last!

of good living

you can waste food

our kindly figure figment

would continue

you can waste money

you can waste time

you can waste every damned thing

you can even waste love

penetrating and simple

and bone-level decent

and that's how I was

that's how I seemed

by filling in this

matriarchal blind spot

this mystery leaf

on my family tree

spirituality and righteousness

acquired by association

but I buried the jewel

in layers of paste

and added my own

sequins of hypocrisy

but I still know that pretty rock's there

truth is

it is offensive

it is vulgar

to waste

fucking vulgar to waste

a single damned thing

and oh

I have wasted

and oh

I have lied

and oh

there is sin

and I have wanted

but never loved

a single damned thing