One must believe in something be he misanthrope or gambler
In tomorrows omnicience or the future proof of God
The penance in a drunk's decay sets self destruct's imposer
Wether speakerphone's on disconnect or cellphone's in the bog.

Conveyance of a threat to adherants of St Selfwise
Show athiest's are proof here, in belief of disbelief,
Haunted by the images painting painfull retribution
Picture sympathetic **** star's allocated hand relief.

A moments allocation of a syllogist abstraction
Shows perspective of the calibre we now reserve for Saints
A paradox regarded as autistic fascination
In a one act play of living disregarding all restraints.

Deliberately indicative of fraternal heat's expression
Notebook at the ready and deep frowning at the brow,
Question definition's collage of confusion's contribution
Do we sit it out pretending or just catch the late bus now?

Marshalg
13 February 2014
© 2014 Marshal Gebbie

What if the earth sat in the palm of my hand?
Like a baseball on opening day
Flashing pictures on a white screen
Like a kaleidoscope I played with when I was six
Octagons of different lives intertwining as I spin the slide

Watching souls collide like dominos
Each time a greater butterfly effect awakens
Seas becoming hurricanes
And Countries becoming combat zones

Projections of the young girl camouflaged in sarcasm
And caked on black eyeliner
To the “perfect wife” caressing the neighbor
In her husband’s study
To the college girl following the stars barefoot
After a dazed night that fractured her soul

Spinning to find a fragment of perfection
like the teacups at Disney world
Dissecting each cup of life
Becoming vertiginous with disappointment

Looking down at the world clenched in my hand
Tears streams down my cheek
Causing tsunamis in my palms
Oh how wonderful I thought it would be
If the world sat in the palm of my hand