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The Right Left Hand Path

Author: Old
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Class/Type: Poetry /Serious
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The Right Left Hand Path

Have you ever shot someone
close range with a shotgun
and seen their innards spattered
across the concrete with
sharp bones sticking out of
pink flesh and red blood rolling
flowing like a city fountain?

I look at the darkness in the past
rising up
and we lost our faith that night.
"Praise jesus!"
He shouted, but we could not
our lips were held shut by talons
of hate.

Gunshots sound like lightning
we were insane as we slept
laughing on the hills
incinerating the product earth
and molding it to desire.
Our sight is on your lying there.
I've seen you in that park
you liar. Worthless liar!
I guess we'll burn you at the steak house
and say you committed suicide.
This devil beside us must be fed
if it so helps us devour.
The whistle means blood.
We rule at the top, and I
even beyond.

Can you see through the cancer in your eyes?
It's spiralling down down down deeper into shit.
Look at these worthless things that slither
on my floor!
Just kill and prey that we can open our eyes wide enough.
We devour the dry shell in a funeral dance
clenching the bones tightly. Screaming
into the blue

Submitted on 2009-08-07 16:30:01     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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  Your theme holds attention but in the end, I'm lost. At first I though someone was gunned down on the street. Then I thought it was about killing an animal. The words seem to drift back and forth between person and animal. Also the opening lines talk about being on concrete while later lines speak about being in the hills.
| Posted on 2009-08-09 00:00:00 | by my shadow | [ Reply to This ]

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