A gentle lullaby belted by our engine
Accompanied by the asphalt orchestra.
Life reveled by a flashing red light.
Fuck. We forgot to stop.
Our baptism into the church of the Bodhisattvas.
Performed by the street lamps while
Verses found
On the inside of a restroom stall
Showed us the path to wander.
I've found my religion, after losing it for so long.
Now if only I could learn to hold on to it,
While light-heartedly frolicking through life.













Comments
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"Poetry is a zoo in which you keep demons and angels."-
Les Murray
I like this n___n
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This broken city sky like butane on my skin
stolen from my eyes
Hello Angel, tell me where are you
Tell me where we go from here
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