Monday, April 21, 2014

Light a match repost


Back then someone would roll backward
Scabby knees' whispered confession to anointed
Ears while Cardinals in Red Ball Jets drummed

Tattoos on the floor to summon forth demons
Uttering a call and response of stuttered bleats
Such joyful noise, the sanctifying grace of

Noxious high hosannas.  These days
I worship alone, droning lamentations
Of a man girdled with unbridled doubt. 

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