I ASKED CHRIST FOR REINFORCEMENT HE GAVE ME A MOTHER HEN
GUILTY PEOPLE NEED PLACES OF RETREAT AND DARKNESS
I PULLED UP A LARGE MOTHER HEN AND POINTED UNDER THERE
LITTLE DID THEY KNOW IT WAS A PERMANENT HIDING ZONE
BARELY A DECIPHERABLE CRY SORRY GUYS LIFE IS NOT KIND
CORRESPONDENCE NOW ARRIVES FROM A PLASTIC BOX
EXTREMELY SMALL HANDS CARRY THE MESSAGES
EARTHLY THINGS HAVE GONE THE WAY OF DEMONS
FLESH COULD BE CALLED A NUISANCE HUMANS ARE PARASITIC
LOVED ONES HAVE FALLEN OFF THE HIGH CLIFFS OF BACKBITER
EVERY CHALKBOARD IN EVERY CHURCH IS DIRTY WITH MISHAPS
I ASKED CHRIST FOR REINFORCEMENT HE GAVE ME A MOTHER HEN
Posted on November 28, 2011, in Uncategorized and tagged automatic writing, creative writing, FREE VERSE POEMS, FREE VERSE POETRY, POEMS, POEMWORMS, POETRY, PRUDISH WHIRLPOOL, psychic poetry. Bookmark the permalink. 2 Comments.
Angry and abstract – hens clucking at the demons who come for the eggs.
I especially liked this:
“every chalkboard in every church is dirty with mishaps”
very true indeed… sad, angry, powerful.