Kubrick's RubeA Poem by Jerusalem Cricketvizion quest
the motherships are
hovering overhead & to the east, apollo breathes fire past the pissed off incisors, like 'try & catch me now' now, or never. to my west I felt nothing but the most uncomfortable comfort. it's just. too. much. becoming barefooted clouds of dust I run to the godlight & in time I find I also become disenchanted. & I'm just freeezing & my feet are filthy & bleeding but anything for that rush tell me somethin brother do ya cluster with the others? are you some undiscovered color in the monochrome gutter? are you sixsixsix seven aren't you sex & heaven dost thou seek the foul or the feather'ds; brother weeping blood & sweat, is thou the sheep or the shepherd? wolfman. we want the teeth. to the tooth, troopers. how rude; I can see right thru that wool suit all too true to the stupor, stupid. don't you know I know you, don't you. © 2015 Jerusalem CricketAuthor's Note
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2 Reviews Added on August 4, 2015 Last Updated on August 5, 2015 AuthorJerusalem CricketCAAboutStuck in the tumbleweed trap on the outskirts of the World's Largest Meth-lab; the Art Gods keep me safe and sane. more..Writing
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