Religious & Mentally Ill

 

The horses stand naked

at -25°C, chewing hay,

without freezing


I walk in the body's cold storage

and photograph the Moon,

my skeleton illuminated

by impersonal time,

my past parents fluttering

their uneasy attempts;

my children simply wasted efforts;

my own inconsistency

a prevailing idea


I sit seated,

in the driver's seat

The cat sings

in the grip of death


The walls accommodate the rooms

with both short & long sides

 

The world unfolds

 in cars & buses,

 like frightened cockroaches

at Blackwell Apartments in Dallas

 

The houses roar in the wind

 

The mentally ill polish taboos

 with the righteous

 

The religious trudge

 in circular reasoning

 





Poetry by Ingvar Loco Nordin The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2023-12-29 at 11:20

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alarian The PoetBay support member heart!
The mentally ill polish taboos
with the righteous

I like that part
thank you for sharing
2023-12-29