detoured derailed and detracked


detoured derailed and detracked
one fell in forward somersaults
daring late tide to turn
vehicular and done for good

drivel rolled into a joint burning
short say so undermining
ecology wheezing
soundness being outlawed

I dreamed into a different world
where beef is not food
where a sacrifice
never entails an altar

I steeped in dead churches
of such a tall beauty
that one hollers
finds no relieve no red door




Poetry by Bob
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Written on 2017-01-29 at 21:04

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drivel rolled into a joint burning
2017-01-30