Natural Chapel

Fri, 11/13/2015 - 18:09 -- Alex_M

Lost in thought

along slough pews–-  

sweating doors–-  

curdled smiles;

sleepy summer minds

blunder, dumber

when harsh thunder

voices leak

downward onto

corpse-cushion

carpet.

 

Mewling moans–-

gurgling groans–-

herd hallelujah;

slip off glass slippers

and run, as I,

into outside–

succumb to silence–-  

sip, suck, gluttonously slosh–-

night air stains pristine knees.

 

and stars?

the constellations sew

patterns towards home

across bare eyes.

This poem is about: 
Me
My community
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