Improv 1, Post 7, Week 7

*Note: This is a very loose improv. By that I mean I started with the first line and wrote and then used the last line of the first stanza to prompt an ending. That's pretty much it. Hope you like it anyway.

Antipsalm
Novica Tadic

Disfigure me, Lord. Take pity on me.
Cover me with bumps. Reward me with boils.
In the fount of tears open a spring of pus mixed with blood.
Twist my mouth upside down. Give me a hump. Make me crooked.
Let moles burrow through my flesh. Let blood
circle my body. Let it be thus.
May all that breathes steal breath from me,
all that drinks quench its thirst in my cup.
Turn all vermin upon me.
Let my enemies gather around me
and rejoice, honoring You.

Disfigure me, Lord. Take pity on me.
Te every guilt around my ankles.
Make me deaf with noise and delirium. Uphold me
above every tragedy.
Overpower me with dread and insomnia. Tear me up.
Open the seven seals, let out the seven beasts.
Let each one graze my monstrous brain.
Set upon me every evil, every suffering,
every misery. Every time you threaten,
point your finger at me. Thus, thus, my Lord.
Let my enemies gather around me
and rejoice, honoring You.

Antiprose
Casey LaRue

I will break you, words. Parted at the seam
of my thoughts, I will cleave you
like Moses with the seas.
I will peek inside the letter bag and discriminate.
I will line you up. Rip one from the middle. Replace it with another
and change everything. I will not use the old, the tired, the sick,
the cliche. In Spanish, I am
la diosa de las palabras. Dos lenguas me tienen miedo.
Turn all eyes to my page.
Let my fellow speakers gather around me,
their tongues wagging with poetic praise
and phrase.