Roses and Electric shocks

by A.W.

Posted to Poetry on 2002-07-08 10:24:00

I

Nearly stepped in front of a bus today.
…and as that strange light of possibility flashed
Over my eye I was born again.

Kicking and screaming, safe and hungry,
Dripping with light and covered in day,
Marching east on these holy streets



II

One of the most horrific things, your poem
on a new Christmas day. In that reveal
I saw something unredeemable, pathetic.

Small broken surrogate ideas,
flapping in a breeze of regret.
A horde, a petty private collection

How can that be the word for you?
such a poorly spun sleeve on your afflictions
a tragic tongue, but have no fear, do not despair

for she bore a screaming Arian messiah,
Who plucks desperate howls of ‘Our FATHER, our SAVIOUR!’
On a fraudulent life insurance policy.

Get on your knees
Forsaken little bad brains
Eternal life is a worm.