Feed me God, Feed me anything.
By CarlIVPoetry
Like a shock through a finger tasting the tingle with a hint of alkaline swinging on empty monkey bars in time a childs innocence whispers goodbye a life of lazy drifting along stratus misunderstood guidelines to a horizon waving to a lord with closed eyes catching winks, dropping lies, empty prayers steal the bread from my mouth devoured by the yeast like a million choking of thirst Catholics grow suicidal heats arrival delayed to inclimate hunger small scars across bloating stomachs these never matters are absence to a mind... lacking integrity... another operational human below four feet screams hello to Heaven. Written March 6th, 2002 © on Mar 05 2002 04:28 PM PST 0 • 1
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