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Wednesday, September 08, 2010
thy temple
sycophants, parasites, snakes and witches,
a shivering dog's coat matted with blood,
land fills, sewage, torn flesh, defecate,
an unemployed man vomits rivers of anxious bile,
regret, self-loathing, confusion, nausea,
a prostitute fills needle holes with poison,
a knifed punch, kicking, biting, cutting,
a elderly man suffocates alone,
failure, rejection, a nightmare, a virus
urban narcissism, suburban numbness, rural ignorance
the illusion of civilization,
the essence of fear, dependency and frailty,
a broken-hearted mother sits in a church and weeps softly to a silent
statue,
as her starving baby chokes on the crust of this rotten world.
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3 comments:
A wondrously organic and tactile piece. A lot of ideas in here that sadly I won't have world enough and to digest until the ubersession on October 1. "Rural ignorance" will need to be addressed.
no Shalom - no Shalom
Johnny Cash
Man, that was dark. But I like dark. That's where a poet's best stories are found.
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