Monday, July 6, 2009

long spider night
shimmer into spectacle (take on the angry world)
to silence

those malnourished thinkers
who feed muddy rivers lies of freedom
knowing dams exist (and man)

who said the word love
couldn't hold meaning in a room
full of people
didn't know coal mines--

never felt the saviors hand
against mine
but the breast of grace
and her fell song on wicked ears

knowing isolation
grieving staccato sob poetry
and dinner in the alley with crying
cats slinking against bereaved dark

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