Friday, February 24, 2012


sitting outside the municipal court


i am dark
like a rose 
in a dark room
a room without light
made darker by 
the sound of breathing
the smell of bodies 
moving about
made of milk by
ten thousand ghosts
singing the songs of neil diamond
the world burning, flying through heaven
it's tail caught in the spokes of time
made cleaner by the wounds of jesus
light shinning through them
fish swimming in their seams
god holding the body of a dead baby
in its golden arms



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