Wine carton Preaching 2

Wine carton Preaching 2

A Poem by Tigran Avoundjian


Boy fetch my soapbox and two bottles of wine,

This gon be a long'n


A light from Hell shines down and pierces through the Heavens

Illuminating Lucifer beating in my chest and Damien sleeping in my womb


Breathing is now an artform

Lungs painted black

Blend with red stained lips

Spitting out shards of green mucous

With every purple sonic vibration


The madness has seized me

And the Father cannot save me now!


This miscarriage of miscommunication decaying in utero

This misinterpretation of thought destroying the momentum of my message


The rain falls down upon my head

But my feet stay dry

And on I walk

And I walk on

And I may collapse in a pile on the side of the road

And the rain may fall

And the rain may cloud my vision

But my feet will stay dry


And I will look up and search for the gate and wonder who will greet me

The gods of destruction or the dogs of creation

Or maybe the six legged, seven armed, eight eyed, nine headed incarnation of my faith in humanity.


© 2008 Tigran Avoundjian

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Added on February 14, 2008


Tigran Avoundjian
Tigran Avoundjian

Glendale, CA

"The idea is to remain in a state of constant departure while always arriving." -Waking Life I don't write. I regurgitate the phantom voices that stew in my brain, banging against the walls of my sk.. more..