Monday, 26 August 2013

DEAR GOODLUCK

Worshipful stars heard
Your reverence, your tongues
For you missed our boat
And you were not behind
When you left and became god

The deaf heard your prayer
Musketeers sang it vivid
Blunt crochets and lamp holders
To the tomb, away at sentry
When savannah caught up
And torched our welcome

Our boat had rocks
As it burned through
The long night to midgets
When Sango sent alien boys
His anger under the water hearth
After you became god

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