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DEATH WALKS BOLDLY ON MY STREET
A Poem by
Father Mojo
death walks boldly on my street groans wildly with garbage trucks dances with clamoring crows crashes cans in the alley hides behind hookers&rsq..
MATTHEW 25:45
A Poem by
Father Mojo
A Christian died in the streets of Boston, He had no home to rest his weary head. Being more like Christ than all the lost ones Who securely dw..
PICK UP LINE
A Poem by
Father Mojo
a solemn oath– hot words clinging to thick, sticky air; dancing to rhythmic vibrations; slamming against rigid consonants; leaping t..
THE TRUE STORY OF AN UGLY DUCKLING
A Story by
Father Mojo
There once was an ugly duckling, but unlike any other ugly-duckling story that may have been circulated, or which may sound familiar as its commonpla..
SABBATH IN 3 ACTS
A Poem by
Father Mojo
1 i grope darkness and she coos by my side i inhale her incense breath and i sing non sequitur songs of blank verse into her mouth and in that..
ON ST. MARY�S STREET
A Poem by
Father Mojo
i am awakened by the sound of a specter blindly shrieking in the early morning darkness to a pantheon of people who left him far behind in t..
dust
A Poem by
Father Mojo
1 i will try not to live and i will refuse to die there must be an option that is neither either or i will sip the acrid syrup coughed upon ..
SALVATION ON BEACON STREET
A Poem by
Father Mojo
i remember needing you in rusted nights when promises meant something and embraces were like god i remember how you used to save me in the darkne..
ANARCHIST'S LOVE SONG
A Poem by
Father Mojo
the slander-mongering-propagandist-prophet scrolls bold words with hooligan-colored crayons and calls it scripture the media-stained-icon-se..
INDISTINCT VOICES
A Poem by
Father Mojo
(1) I am a syllable that slipped From the mouth of a tight lipped god. I am a trip of the tongue, a divine word stuttered, a phrase never ..
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