Bandit
all is not created equal
in the place of my exile
i learned to speak the language of sawdust
croaks and contained explosions
of dull unimaginative beasts
forgive me
if my angel is rusty
*
the lesson
hard in the learning:
broken laughter
little brother little sister
is the song of emancipation
grief spilling
into deserts of silence
is the sound on the radio
of the car no one is driving
*
i am cold
and i am thirsty
the host of heaven
all hypocrites
juggle with the souls of men
spin the gears
pulling hairs
make promises they have no ways of keeping
His indifference is wider than the rings of jupiter
forgiveness unencompassable
like the circles of hell
barring
the exception He made
for me
so
the road is long and dusty
empty of trees
a uniform powder hue in sunblindness
whats true
is true
is my only offer
are you laughing
little sister little brother
do i know where i am going
anywhere
not here
18 October 2009