The fan whirling next to my bed
Sounds like Nascar racing in my head
Images in Negative
Not Alive Or Dead
In another room the T.V. transmogrifies
And ceases to be what is seen &
into a medium for
DogoDs GodoG eaters to commune with me
Instead
They whisper other's secrets - They instigate Ill will
They tale of truths and curses _ so convincing so bold
Be still and carefully listen
They are feasting on my soul
Dec 31, 2009
Dec 31, 2009 at 9:22 PM UTC
The fan whirling next to my bed
Sounds like Nascar racing in my head
Images in Negative
Not Alive Or Dead
In another room the T.V. transmogrifies
And ceases to be what is seen &
into a medium for
DogoDs GodoG eaters to commune with me
Instead
They whisper other's secrets - They instigate Ill will
They tale of truths and curses _ so convincing so bold
Be still and carefully listen
They are feasting on my soul
*Copyright John D. Christmas @2011
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