crawlers

crawlers

A Poem by Freder Fredersen (aka Grady)
"

frustrated

"

crawlers

 

no one

wants to live

beneath the

laughter,

where ripping

bladed breaths

tear through cardboard

consciences

stabbing, twisting,

gutting the fish

who swim in the

shadows of doubts

and eat the crusts of

stale misdirected

intentions with hands

groping aisle-walkers

from either side

of golden crosses

and dead geniuses

confessing their needs

for gratification,

sanctification,

mental masturbation.

feed the ‘maybe’ salvation;

raise the ‘could be’ flags

of revolting inept insects

crawling beneath the

hairs of irritated demigods

stinging, scratching,

reaching for stacks

of regurgitated

Ambrosia.

© 2010 Freder Fredersen (aka Grady)


Author's Note

Freder Fredersen (aka Grady)
"I am picking out a thermos for you."

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seems like I haven't seen you around lately, I guess you were saving up for the really good stuff

hope all is well with you

Posted 10 Years Ago


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Freder Fredersen (aka Grady)
Freder Fredersen (aka Grady)

Cleveland, TX



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