dream of a ridiculous man on the bog bodies we carry around
words , from 4.30.25 | scratch 338
dream of a ridiculous man on the bog bodies we carry around
(338)
by mike barth
dream of a ridiculous man on the bog bodies we carry around
(338)
legs propped up in the river valley hotel lobby
looking over banday dot paintings and the scenes of nature
procuring the deepest thoughts
like death with dignity ,
like mysteries of love
dug deep in the eastern european soil
dwelling in carefree concern
devil may care
insouciance
the mountain beckoned you against the railing
they called in the back and left a message
you are not alone ,
you are just fine -
keep your head up kid!
all is right
all is okay
nothing can shake the clenching of the fists or jaws
when the white beasts roam
when all they see are hollow rib cages and matchstick bones
do not sit idly in the chair and do nothing
most everybody loves a good tune
and a slick new look
the blood isnt yours
the fate of the arena is not yours
yet we can still offer ourselves as a living sacrifice
hand of god deliver you
hand of god deliver us
control up down left right a b push to start
the clock on your wrist is now reset to zero
the baseline
the beginning
the top of the hour
hand of god deliver me
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( scratch , from 4 30 25 )
thank you kindly for reading ,
- mike
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