Poem -

ONE BAD NIGHT FULL OF FAIRY TALES

counting the coins 
                            Judas refused to spend

because even the dead have payment plans

no earrings for  sunflowers
painted on homeless vines

face falling through the gates of this creased face
pools of sight in tears buried deep

freedom i seek ,
early breaking light caught in nights surrendering lie
life in its marble and scalpel thighs  
a scene repentance placed me in

closer,closer,closer
chemical swallowed religion
wretched screens plastic crucifix
blunt lead skies
washed muddy rivers weeping
abstract treated rashes 

Whiskey,sex in boarded wrecked cabin shores
secret missions in rusted cars
discoverers  stub half smoked tipped cigarettes onto corrugated governments
parasitic creeping cracks 
reaping the soils grace

no called for spirit voice
forgotten coins look out from white wood shelves
standing focused on my head 
laying holding claws with the stillness
empty bored containers sit perfect on the stainless horizons

some hymn spreads out from a webbed corner
i recognize its hopeless plea
as blooded screenshots  are sold 
crucifiction facebooked 

closer,closer,closer
a reunion after drinks

 

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