a poem with one meaning

 

 

 

I guess it's a Black thing,

this wanting to change the shore of fine particals

with just the dreams you have

 

or using the signet of faith or

the smallest intaglio, seal of sunshine

to bless the wicked colorful and

unmask the fever from the

moons approval.

 

someone, give the sigh of the cross

because someone is sacrafice. But

with so little info other than

an old book of suggestions,

call Jesus in.

 

And show me the significance of

the ranking order of gentillity

if wars are still fought over

deprecatory remarks of the Muslim.

It's gotten out of hand, this

sunshine-on the new day- s**t,

when everything is dead but

the zero that ends with zero.

 

Some people are stronger than me.

We should love like the pretty folks

in the whiskey commercials,

pouring shots to Valhalla with the

slim mavens of Odin  standing tall in

 

low cut, v-neck dresses, smiling

smiles equivalent to the

unmarried women

at the signpost

in the Rome cave manuels.

 

Who profits when the fingerprints

are no more,

the board bearing

a notice?

Reviews

[h d e rushin]

on the ride from Leonardo Divinchi airport to Rome or Vatican city, are
many caves where w****s stand doing, I imagine, their business.

[sienikeha]

a poem like a billboard.

[Emily B]

whitman asked one if we had tried so hard to get at the meaning of poems, i try to just let them be what they are

i find the more i read the same words, the more they mean