PRAYERS FOR MY FRIEND -- XXX

Distance the line in speech
spoken into prayers healing seed
to whom it may concern
posted on the church door
while we drank wine and called ourselves whoares
sliding along the darkest road not fearing the shrouds drawn closed either side
tongues licking at the hunchbacks trail
shaken forgotten roots
maps eaten to feed the cannibals route
strange wooden monuments playing musics carved possesion
faces ripped into head bowed figureheads

stoned on the graves polite come on tone
seated in uncut thrones
applause he has collected in the tin box from years unknown
poetry scrawled on the neon feasts
lies scattered on pavements and dusty roads
while rhyming traffic jams ,destroy in punctuated sonnet tortures

psalms nailed as palms in silent pleading
​​​​​distance in speech
keep well he breathed low and still
psalms nailed -crossed in silent feeding