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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
14 years 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