Poem -

DEPORT THE DROWNING -- ITS A SUNDAY AGAIN

Other people talk
other people walk
they go insane remembering forgotten games
other people kiss
wire lipped licking distress
torn forms in shadows dance
learning the lessons
while other people
get the romance
I've created my own footprint
brought the material
in the ages I spent
but I can never finish
while the other people dance

im laying on a cold mornings slab
spent that night wishing
wishing in echo and trance

my delusions
feasts in an unsaved prayer
 
other people
place worn alters

and with eyes blended  force an ocean
 splendid in griefs surprise

it vomits gods image across a sandy drove
wasted
inflated

other peoples bones
 
Books are written
changed and reversed
hatred punctuated
humanity burst
possessions granted invented for truth
but other people
cry at the moon
while swallowing kicked over thirst

 
unfurled hearts
bury and wave
flying across the human slave
eaten
beaten
tortured in praise
money floated into watery graves
mothers and children
other people there called

unwashed the feet
which walked the water
to hear the saints all speak
but turned around
to solid ground
and in silence weeped

 

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