The Happy New Years
It is so to speak
not over, not even
started. This page
where the thumb
rests for a moment
is already done
and mulled over.
Two giant priests
or pagans, two
rock hard idols
talk to no one,
not even
to each other.
Sun rises, sun sets.
Building down,
blood everywhere
more of that
special lust for life
found in the imprints.
Baby is held above
the crowd
in green coffins,
the sounds above
are whirring ghosts,
the incoming tracers
and revved up Jessies.
2 comments:
I SAY KILL EM ALL AND LET ALLAH SORT IT OUT
EVERYTHING I KNOW ABOUT ISLAM I LEARNED ON 9/11
I just love the bravery of anonymous posters.
Good one...remind me how to do that i.e. leave my pelotas in the closet.
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