SUNDAY MORNING 4:45 AMA Poem by Father Mojo
i left your touch for the god who hides behind snow-filled skies and the only creatures prowling the streets are taxi cabs sucking blood like yellow-shark-wannabe-gods of hope who offer you a ride but steal your innocence telling you it is for the best if there is hope i demand to see it strung up and dangled upon hot honey fumes of nothing breaking the sound barrier when the cops come to devour your soul and why should i suffer because my body bends better than the bum tossed lightly by the pig with the hard shaft i am merely a hope-filled dream to those who have a promise i am only a something of a something to those wh eat fortune but vomit expectation i am only an only to what i am and that is only what i cannot be when you are not looking for the reason for what is i too have been mugged by a moment filled with promise by an eros-thumping second that stands with shadow-filled anticipation life is more difficult for the white brothers and sisters who say "it happened just around the corner" than it is for us who live with the chalk outlines everyday i left your texture your hpe-filled curve your solid slant and caught the cab . . . if only i loved you and if only you presented me with a decent alibi the big lies are the best and the little things are the big things! there is no moment like the moment that mugged my love-filled-struck-daytime-dream she stood like an angel kissing wounds left by the god who hides behind snow-filled skies and i loved her for it © 2008 Father Mojo |
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1 Review Added on February 8, 2008 AuthorFather MojoCarneys Point, NJAbout"I gave food to the poor and they called me a saint; I asked why the poor have no food and they called me a communist. --- Dom Helder Camara" LoveMyProfile.com more..Writing
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