Bread and wineA Poem by The Sober lieAnother on the evolution tableLike bread to the world wrapped in last weeks paper like wine to the pope soaked in two pound batter walking aloud with concrete soles. sleep'in side a dead mans cold. Born a neon 'made to please' the drug stick lies 'there to ease' Can't you feel its smile'n eyes? Its beady impression weighs me down with all these matches laying bout not a safe one can be found. I would preach to my neighbour but he's just as dead, with my legs sown to this mattress and my hands nailed to my head. There would be a spite, I'd remember, or when I whored it from the dark, of burning rain, the fallen game, or the scream'n man in the park. But my boy crush it with a snigger and I would pretend not to figure, that my paper bag of salvation has not saved me, nor the mutterings of mad men have not waved me, x'cept the noise of her hair as the stale wind plays with the smell of her smile as the winter wall shames with. The madness of her beauty the madness of her beauty. So the dream of the shopping list will never be revealed nor the desires of the plastic bag will never be fore filled. For I sleep with an apple that can't be eaten for I wake with an apple that can't be beaten. x'cept the light of the gutter as the tall boy plays with the bickering stutter as the trench horse frays with Full of worms they say full of worms we pray. For the lamb has paid its beginning dues and the slaughter of the house shall be the news, Like wine to the pope soaked in two pound batter like bread to the world wrapped in last weeks paper.
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Added on December 12, 2010 Last Updated on July 29, 2011 AuthorThe Sober lieNoosa (transient heaven), A true God believer, not religeous, not pretentious, evolution is the reason and will of God (look it up!), AustraliaAboutHave thee come to pity? frail mouth, dry of wine. Thou, in sober muse, wretched fits writes of thine. Not of age that sleep calls, nor the bells of sleuth, nae anger waits for thee home while t.. more..Writing
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