of sundry avoidances
December 30, 2018 at 9:40 pm Leave a comment
of sundry avoidances
yes, those crosses stand askew
upon their hill; it’s
been so for years, since before
i was a boy. you
can hardly see the stains
now, though, time’s
many hands having cleansed
wood though not memory
i think sometimes
those nails pierced more than
palms and legs, as if
we’d been forever soulcaught
in that act, all executioners
all torturers
quite unable to preserve
even that we think to love
–but that’s merely idle fancy
and beer will fill this emptiness
quite nicely and we can
at least pretend to forget
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Previously published elsewhere on the web. I still find it flawed.
Entry filed under: blurred visions, new poetry, social psychology. Tags: blurred visions, of sundry avoidances.
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