110. The Caretaker
Let me love you all,
you poor lost souls,
demented vagrants gone astray,
you homeless crying doting victims
of a fate that brought you down by violation
of which you were innocent,
you poor beautiful forever errant knaves,
raped virgins that are virgins still
since you were never willing to your rape,
philosophers and hippies, new age children,
addicts that were ignorant of your addiction,
drunkards that were never really drunk,
anonymous drug addicts, alcoholics, lovers
that are saved by anonymity and therefore can remain
forever on the booze and drunk as lovers,
beautiful young victims of perpetual ecstasy,
I shall take care of you and love you all forever,
for I am the caretaker,
the Orpheus forever singing for the living dead
and for the dead that never die.
Poetry by Christian Lanciai
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Written on 2006-08-28 at 12:21
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