you can read it too. it is not long.
or difficult, you know, hard.

your eyes will be robbed of Mtv hotties;
as visions behind them make thoughts occur.

be stiff-necked, like God called his people
one time. then He let us kill His Son.

the pome is about a good man who died.
starved of man's love to an early death.

as you close the pome, scene-changes hang;
crows on a broken, barren tree branch

silhouttes the heavy humidity, dragging skies
of who will read it next, see it differently.

in some i have pictures, you know, to help you along
where the grey spots of apathy thrive, unchecked.

rather, i'll not write the pome that you won't read.

04/23/2008

Posted on 04/24/2008
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