Nocturnal Curse

A free flowing poem about finding self

Urinate on Coptic stones

Under the wisdom tree

To find myself a new me

While singing to Our Sacred Lady of Jihad

 

Maple marble born

Pillow fight political star

Keep it all inside a condom

Shaving cream begs to borrow

 

Forty years of mega-rants

Peeling away the truth from ants

Feeling the moods of the Asiatic Nation

Nostradamus was never on the outside

 

Liquid kings always fear

The heat that will one day appear

Closed doors must one day open

They would rather deny it

 

I never knew what was worse

Morning snow or a Siamese curse

Knots inside the stomach inside the brain

Rather not talk about it

 

Washed my sins deodorized my clothes

So deep in filth I can’t smell my nose

Traveling through endless static

Picnic in the rain is sleeping with dehydration

 

Now I must close the book

Allow the pagan gods another look

If they only thought again

They never would have trusted human salvation

Author's Note

hope you enjoy

Reviews

[Anne Timmins]

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