Everyday
As I am lifted from
The depths of
Bullet transportation
Up
And
Out
To the busy city street
Leading me to where
I'm supposed to go
The word Conveyor Belt
Comes to mind
Every face
The same
As the day before
Clouds white and stained
Stupid, unworthy pillows
That the angels won't even touch -
They prefer that Tempurpedic stuff
Expensive taste
Those angel's have
God must have
Rubbed off on them
The belt spins
The bolts are stainless
Shining naked like a
New born baby in the
Sacramento River sunlight
The oil thicker
Than the first mud of Earth
Thicker than one-hundred faceless
Soldier's blood
Mixed to perfection
With sympathy and
Black newspaper ink
Thick as the human heart
In its final moments
The last three beats
Echoing loud like the screams
Within the insane asylums and
Delivery rooms:
Buh-bump,
Buh-bump,
Buh-bump.
Then,
At long last,
Silence
Nov 12, 2012
Nov 12, 2012 at 5:56 PM UTC
Everyday
As I am lifted from
The depths of
Bullet transportation
Up
And
Out
To the busy city street
Leading me to where
I'm supposed to go
The word Conveyor Belt
Comes to mind
Every face
The same
As the day before
Clouds white and stained
Stupid, unworthy pillows
That the angels won't even touch -
They prefer that Tempurpedic stuff
Expensive taste
Those angel's have
God must have
Rubbed off on them
The belt spins
The bolts are stainless
Shining naked like a
New born baby in the
Sacramento River sunlight
The oil thicker
Than the first mud of Earth
Thicker than one-hundred faceless
Soldier's blood
Mixed to perfection
With sympathy and
Black newspaper ink
Thick as the human heart
In its final moments
The last three beats
Echoing loud like the screams
Within the insane asylums and
Delivery rooms:
Buh-bump,
Buh-bump,
Buh-bump.
Then,
At long last,
Silence