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Spanish Fork, Utah ( 5 Dec 2009


the gospel shakes toughest place meanest dang
caper imagination mothers i must admit this
spit was hot we must gather round gather
round the fireside please please we need
more rattlesnakes more chickensnakes more
bellies for the beasts

my brethren run in broad shoes, my breath
inhales nostalgia and exhales

foamy whispers
passion’s armada

no. this is not yr mother’s milkshake
yr uncle’s saliva, each wall
is a universe

and behold god
once darkened skin
of those who let
go of the iron
rod but now it
is no longer PC
to have wives
or darken skin
for evil ways

my eyes will break, have broken
into the old sockets, the old
golden plates, chopping heads
off for righteousness ah ha
um hum please keep running
me over with your soft wheels


Didi Menendez said…
I just realized that you are the only poet I am subscribed to. I am subscribed to a ton or art blogs but you are the only poet. Oh wait I am also subscribed to Steve Halle but he does not post poems on his blog.

I wonder what this means...

Maybe I need to publish your book.
postpran said…
wow Didi . . . thank you so much!!!! That means so much to me :-) :-) God yeah . . . . it would be incredible to have a book published by you!!!!

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