This Is Not Art

Poetry to Split the Social Order

Monday, December 27, 2010

Howl, You Almost Saved Me

I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by sadness
Holes poking through their skins causing all the light to leave
rolling down flights of stairs yelling for their hearts
Wondering who scraped their rib cages
why their blood spilled all over the concrete
and no one stopped to pray
Many of them trying to fly
Like crows eating the dirt that others have left
I am scared of what the desert brings,
all the roses withered and my crucifix burned up in the storm
All the sand is wearing
wearing us down.
My ivory bones are beginning
to shine

1 comment:

  1. i saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by gladness

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