ride into the floorboards
on the backs of people
you once trusted
even fooling for a second
the cleverly disguised devout
why cleverly hide yr God?
he hangs beneath me
from the cages of
shopping carts
he who would give up his eyes
until they turn to milky white
crescent moons that leak thick
********* on anything
that ever disturbed
yr morning walk
the devout,
who would give up their eyes
for a *******
Michael Sinclaire/Mary Fahey. March 2013.
Apr 2, 2013
Apr 2, 2013 at 11:05 PM UTC
ride into the floorboards
on the backs of people
you once trusted
even fooling for a second
the cleverly disguised devout
why cleverly hide yr God?
he hangs beneath me
from the cages of
shopping carts
he who would give up his eyes
until they turn to milky white
crescent moons that leak thick
********* on anything
that ever disturbed
yr morning walk
the devout,
who would give up their eyes
for a *******
Michael Sinclaire/Mary Fahey. March 2013.
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