To my own question

To my own question

A Poem by kmartell

there are windows that act like doors. ladders

that if you climb them bring you down instead of up.
pastor higgs

often prays for others and they pay him

steered the wrong way says the pastor

don't get
steered the wrong way

or you'l end up on the wrong ladder

what

ladder i asked

anyways it was springtime and everything in the air

smelled like my mothers sheepskin coat
and

vivid dreams stuck out of my underwear

she wont let you back into the fold and then where will you be

as i walked through black stars on my way toward the god particle
on judgement day:

where will you be, i asked

steered the wrong way i answered, to my own

question.

© 2012 kmartell


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:) who's steering?

another good one to wrap the old noodle around.

I'm not positive as to what it means,
but that makes me like it even more.

I wonder what the god particle tastes like.

Posted 13 Years Ago


darkness and light in every word

I like your answer

Posted 13 Years Ago


A strange write, quite fascinating... who's advice to take... "black sheep"... not always welcomed back... "god particle"... where?
This got the "little grey cells" moving... hehehe...
*bird*

Posted 13 Years Ago


these snakes and ladders, or at least these snakes....they turn up everywhere...guide us from cosy shelters into sewer pipes where the heaviest particles settle out

Posted 13 Years Ago



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