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Sep 02, 2011
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bubbles of insistence mocking Paradise
from where comes this silence
marching
goose-stepped
without drum or drummer,
what am I to do with it now?
the lovers' bed is a den of thieves burning
with graven images, Gods we
have created,
undoing
this becoming
uncompromised but
loved
like a Jesus who fucks
only the virgin mind
walk
away, just walk away
into our own
world..
About This Poem
Last Few Words: I hope the format doesn't change when I post this, but I'm sure it will. ~A
Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft
Comments
Geezer
13 years 9 months ago
Seems like...
our own world is just around the corner. All we have to do is look for it.
From where comes this silence
marching
goose-stepped
without drum or drummer
What am I to do with it now?
My favorite lines. ~ Gee