Tuesday, June 20, 2017

9658. TO CARL, WHO GENUFLECTS

TO CARL, WHO GENUFLECTS
Not for nothing, but this world is too fast
for me. I can't keep up  -  not that I even
want to. A voracious appetite for bloodstone
nothingness outdoes any parlor game of kids
and adults. Walking around with a gaudy
Bible can't change that.  The prefecture of
an African mission either. There's too much
misunderstanding, everywhere I go.
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Take me to a foreign land, where the winds
have spirit-Gods still roaming the land, and
ancestors and figments, and shamans and
ghosts. I can probably live better by that.

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