asleep in turtle grass

asleep in turtle grass

A Poem by Joseph B Clipper
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the lost

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HE DRINKS LIKE A WINO's MISTRESS
ON THAT RIVER FLOATING TO THE TRUTH
RAPIDS AND FALLS INTO AN ABYSS
STARING BACK
ALL BROKEN FROM THE BURDEN OF PROOF
ITS LIKE WE WANNA DIE
SURELY WE DONT MIND TO DIE
I'M NOT HASSLING AS I LIE
DROWNING IN MY SLEEP 
DROWNING IN MY SLEEP
SHE's OF THE TWISTED AND SPANGLED
FREE TO GREED PLEASE BLEEDS INTO SLEAZE
NOW INTERNALLY STRANGLED
LIKE CANNiBALS UPON OUR OWN MEAT
AFTER ALL WE'RE GONNA DIE
CASTED FOR THE DIE
IF I LAUGH OR IF I CRY
DROWNING IN MY SLEEP
DROWNING IN MY SLEEP
THEY ARE THE LOST OVER SCARRED AND TRIED
FALLEN FROM GOD, MAN, HELL AND THEMSELVES
MYSTIFIED BY LIES AND FEEDING A FIRE
WARMING THE EARTH
MAKING A SOUL MELT



ASLEEP IN TURTLE GRASS
APRIL 14 1994

© 2014 Joseph B Clipper


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Joseph B Clipper
Joseph B Clipper

newark, DE



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