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by Johnny Crimson

Throwing bread
at the sunrise and crossing our boney fingers
I want to feed the light
before it dies.

count their money in the passenger seat
while the happy-whore
fucks their nightsticks.

Desmond winks
at his sister in her nightie pajamas
and she slowly heads
up the stairs.

Cora denies
that she slept with her teacher
and crosses her fingers
behind her back.

Channel 5
with it's "big big" men on top
report that some rapes
are really justified.

Jesus speaks
to a few junkies on the street
saying "go kill the weak"
and they did.

But Kristen
well she's quite easy on the eyes
and in the sack
while she sleeps.


Author's Note: this condition terrifies me. (not)

Posted on 01/05/2011
Copyright © 2022 Johnny Crimson

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 01/05/11 at 03:07 PM

One of your more lyrical pieces, and that's certainly not a bad thing. Your storytelling never ceases to be amazing.

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