man in the purple shadows,
crucified, yellow skin, yellow sky,
and the taste of sugar on yr breasts
don’t talk about starvation
don’t worry about the math
lock the church doors and
set the bibles on fire
chop off the hands
and then the feet
let laughter swarm like puke up
out of yr mouth, out of yr nostrils
sing the song you know i love
1 comment:
Good poem, John!
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