Born Again Heathen

Born Again Heathen

A Poem by Mpotavin

Prayers scar these knees

as I lick the blood from your hands.

I stole the solstice

for your party.

Happy Birthday!

No, you can't open it early.

I put it in a box with hope

and a few other bits of wisdom

I've found along the way

like,

don't fight over the remote

there is nothing on.

 

I wash myself

in your sweat and tears,

scrubbing all the naughty bits.

They look pretty clean

to me.

Your agents think it's not enough,

you wouldn't be seen

with the likes of me.

I make sure I'm extra raw.

 

I don't believe

but you still see me

and smile.

 

© 2008 Mpotavin


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interesting title but I guess its my turn to wonder what you are saying here

"your agents think its not enough"--who is this if you don't mind me asking?

Posted 16 Years Ago


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Mpotavin
Mpotavin

Phoenix, AZ



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I have stood before cameras and stage. Smiled or just screamed in rage. I have feasted and gorged, fasted and purged my soul balanced between darkness and light. I have held a man as he died, whispere.. more..

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