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Too Long At the Alter by Ray Printer Friendly

Trying to avoid getting sucked through

The filter of society,

Because we all know

Iíll never make it out

Alive.

.

The Stranger smells of

Bug spray and bubble gum,

And his smile

Kills plants and small

Kittens.

.

Sinking chest-deep in the

Mud

Of misinformation,

Wondering why I ever believe in

Anything.

.

All fact is fleeting,

Insecure emblems of

Hope and glory fall from the face of the earth,

And through the

Nothing.

.

Words are just words,

Lies are open acts of aggression.

Dish-soap catalyst,

Priming us for

Misery.

.

.

Misery, a fast-food-chain whore, she can be found on every corner in every town across the planet. Easy to find, low-priced, do-you-want-lies-with-that misery, and you only have to look at the bargain menu for heartbreak, deceit, and loss. Sink the pain into a trough of boiling grease for a tasty-fried treat.

.

.

Dancing in warm rain

And I hear laughter,

Sweeter than star-music,

Reverberating through all that is essential to my

Being.

.

I am a hunter crouched

In a pool of sunlight,

Smiling

My deadly

Smile.

.

I smile because I hunt

Nothing.

Iím wading through

A land of knee-high giants,

Laughing.

.

The world is a chalk-writing

On the sidewalk

In a rainstorm

Changing, running together, washing away,

Starting New.


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