Mainline Religion
By jackpot421
This is one of my many offices.We used to meet above this manholeWith the stench of sewers pushing mistThrough the tiny holes, swirling up to mingleUnder waves of distant jazz, carrying off like ghosts.The music of human contact among concreteWaterfalling steadily from the windowIn that thirty story building behind me,But there are many more stories than that.Tonight I feel like a sermon Evangelizing the story on the fifth.A story of love and religion. Two lovers in two waysSharing transcendental journeys by injectingVacation hot spots on a utopian airline.Chasing the dragon until the dragon casts them to sleep.They were found this morningCluttered with the needles and spoons,Limp and released, the roulette’s bullet finally hit themOn the outer reaches, elusive territory pioneeredLast night, needles still hanging from veins, far awayFrom this green economy that left their lives in low demand,Far away from scarce oxygen spaces on gray sidewalks.Tonight I drop my cigarette and grant them accessTo the afterlife. And move on to the next church,Summoning more to baptizeIn the blue waters of divine intervention in a bag.this is an old poem of mine that has gone through many changes. for this poem, and for most of mine for that matter, i wonder if some of the lines are clear or not too strange and out there. Written November 15th, 1996 © on Oct 04 2001 08:03 PM PST 0 • 1
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"This is one of my many offices.We used to meet above this manholeWith the stench of sewers pushing mistThrough the tiny holes, swirling up to mingleUnder waves of distant jazz, carrying off like ghosts.The music of human contact among concreteWaterfalling steadily from the windowIn that thirty story building behind me,But there are many more stories than that.Tonight I feel like a sermon Evangelizing the story on the fifth.A story of love and religion. Two lovers in two waysSharing transcendental journeys by injectingVacation hot spots on a utopian airline.Chasing the dragon until the dragon casts them to sleep.They were found this morningCluttered with the needles and spoons,Limp and released, the roulette’s bullet finally hit themOn the outer reaches, elusive territory pioneeredLast night, needles still hanging from veins, far awayFrom this green economy that left their lives in low demand,Far away from scarce oxygen spaces on gray sidewalks.Tonight I drop my cigarette and grant them accessTo the afterlife. And move on to the next church,Summoning more to baptizeIn the blue waters of divine intervention in a bag.this is an old poem of mine that has gone through many changes. for this poem, and for most of mine for that matter, i wonder if some of the lines are clear or not too strange and out there...."