You See the Sound
Damn
Miss morning gains
Ugly light brighter
Newness trying to make old friends again
Shoot
I wish I could
So near that sigh
Trigger that thigh
Or the other
Seldom straight fairytales
Flipping motions of the whale
Dive, rise, exhale
An Ocean rolling beneath and above
Aftershocks of love
The smell of spice
And everything nice
What for these pails
Buckets of puppy tails
To plant a seed
Is a thing of greed
Taking in anger
And robbing the manger
To forgive a sentence
A forgetful penance
Penalties drawn in disappearing ink
With old lemons and melting candles
A loft, a room
Above the living doom
Following the ladder
Sunbeams follow the splatter
Who knew this could be
A toothpick made from the Giving Tree
Picking these teeth
Freeing this thief
Out with abandon
Doorknobs red hot burning their doors down
Fingers closed tight to the bone
Burning the lamp with the genie still inside
No master I
I will not be drowned
I am threshing the chaff
out out out
You see the sound
3 comments:
who'd you rip this on off of?
ok, did you write this? Jesus man, talk.
ps - I liked it.
Yep... wrote it Friday morning.
Usually, if I don't attribute, it's all mine.
But thanks for calling me the 'Jesus Man'. ; )
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