asleep in turtle grassA Poem by Joseph B Clipperthe lost
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 |
StatsAuthorJoseph B Clippernewark, DEAbouti write various poems and stories. i call them my 1000 stories to tell. i'm sure i've written something just for you. more..Writing
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