Tell Jesus that if he calls
I'm in the rose garden burying stars
and my son that died in a car accident,
praying to the universe
Tell God that if he writes,
I'm at the movie's, watching another drama
about the sparrows and the little ashes
that fall to the cold gray Earth
Now I'm sitting in a diner,
smearing bile across the bar
and drinking doses of snow
to calm the fever
Can I find hope at the bottom
of a bottle of black holes,
while I chase northern lights
across the backs of ghosts
Somewhere in Heaven is the dust
of Lott, and the wordless song of Solomon
that has no meaning but the sweet wind
in my skull.
Can I find religion in a wound,
and maybe the angels
in the words of burning books
that spread across piss-sour dust
Let me sink farther and
think of painting the sun black,
with the shadows behind a photograph
that recall spilling the cup of apple juice
Where's the smile in the clouds,
when only tempestuous thoughts
condemn the Heaven's for tragedies
Let me pray to the lord of flies
and thank him for the consolation loss
I don't need nothing, nothing, nothing at all
in this overture of death.
It's time to build the wall.
Author notes
Earth and Heaven
A contest entry
- Psychosis Phylum 101 by MuddyKing.
1500 points, ended November 10, 2008, 11 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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I love this. you always have such beautiful imagery. you've improved a lot since I've read your work last. you were good before, but this is really something more focused and brilliant. you were raw and powerful before. but now you've really found a style that you fit perfectly with and is still totally you.
loved it.
<3,
danielle
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after reading this poem i was so astounded that the only word that I could think of was wow. great job =]
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brillaint.going farther and farther into the abyss of madness while taking sorrow and death with you
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Sorrow, life and death, are there own kind of madness.
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EFFIN BRILLIANT.
"I'm sitting in a diner,
smearing bile across the bar
and drinking doses of snow
to calm the fever" - it is an act of injustice to this powerful piece to merely quote one line or stanza from it's entirity but nonetheless asinine to copy past every bit of this that just made my jaw drop further.
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Agreed, a most pensive write that indeed, conveys a type of maddening psychosis. Very well done my friend and all the best.
Mj.
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excellent
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