fluid
"god" is a word.
"god is dead" is three words.
Meaning is fluid, pumping
from three words
to what you believe
I believe.
“guts” is a word.
“I hate your guts” is four words.
I don’t know your guts.
My words are
meaning moving in
your guts.
“Can you taste the venom in my soul?”
I have no soul.
You have no guts
to call your own.
Venom has no taste and
no vessel.
“Guts” is just a word.
“Soul” is just a word.
“god” is
just a word.
God is just.
God is justice.
Justice is a worm.
I have worms in my guts,
God’s guts.
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Brilliant! I especially love the ending. Words move in your hands.
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Sometimes the little fuckers won’t stop wiggling!
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Don’t let them get away! 😀
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Oh, my! 🙂
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Yeah–not too harsh, I hope. Poetry helps me work through some things. So does photography. They have both played the part of therapist in my life at one time and another .
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My photography and blogging do me a great deal of good.
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