Sunday, December 5, 2010

a poem entitled "open evil"

he woke up in a strange town.
the highway markers had altered.
route 46 had shape shifted.
his grandmother had been stoned; the centennial of a doomed generation had awakened self realized.
let us glance downwards,
let us cast judgement.
wake up jesus,
die slowly saviour.
the dirt so packed down;
we wait so patient.
the devil;
our god spoke:
let us refute our greatest pleasures. 
i want the answer.
i exist.
don’t pretend.
the long lonely isle.
the shadowed self denial. 
and yet we wait.
the plastic self so proclaimed.
evil is out in the open.

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