RATS IN THE POOL

giantgentlebear

homeless thoughts carried home on the used crucifix

the white space rots within its spinning gravity

marble clean disinfected kisses

single standard sized rose -cut and red against 

the washed scenery

 

 realise that bollocks come in vases

And words slip in parades-sipped conversations

repair the dripping wallpaper

guilty fields of combed careful prescriptions

 

sober faced churches preaching locked doors

while drunks line up for Christ blood

and eager clawing rooftops collapse 

when the sainted applause becomes the echo

 

went outside and buried my legs up to the knees

forced my head to stay cold 

forced my growing heart to watch pinball stars heckle the shadow i knitted from the casting light

time for another casket

another thread of touch

after all if its all Bollocks whats not to enjoy

 

 

  • Author: giantgentlebear (Offline Offline)
  • Published: September 13th, 2016 19:00
  • Comment from author about the poem: about me carrying my childs white coffin--and since that 30 year old moment -i only believe in now
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • LIGHT WARRIOR

    this is very deep and it seems that it is very personable to you...I love the way it was written,it kept me wanting to know more about what exactly u are talking about

  • giantgentlebear

    pharoah - from the heart



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