Holy Ghost

Holy Ghost

A Poem by Sara Henry Heistand
"

You you you you you.

"

 

I mount the stair

every step

            step closer

to a gallow

or your parthenon of voice

            every octave

            your own season

the noise get so hot

so heavy so ready

so f****n crazy

            and thats it.

The nuts been shelled.

 

© 2009 Sara Henry Heistand


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Added on April 21, 2009

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Sara Henry Heistand
Sara Henry Heistand

Madison, WI



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It's been a while since I've written (over half a year?) and it's time for me to start up again. My life's back on the right track and now I have the time and the emotional capacity. So on with it. .. more..

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