our father

walden freemanwalden freeman Posts: 511
edited August 2008 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
who is not yet in heaven?
hollowed rooms and recycled names
on square sheets we've scribbled
comics of waving woodstock masses
flailing like a colony of millipedes
migrating across hot stoves
while soundtracks play
that we ourselves compiled
with the intention
of giving each other a chance
we let our bones break
the silence
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