Post by thefleetsin on Jul 10, 2017 17:30:10 GMT
twiddling thumbs on a mainline siding
sometimes
it feels like i'm twiddling thumbs
on a mainline siding
while
an out of control freight train
plays
the battle hymn of the republic
on loud speakers
blaring.
as the children
squat staring into the gaping hole
you left
after
you determined that
open heart surgery meant
collateral damage
was
the new heaven sent.
so we rewrite all our lullaby's to invent
new ways of
survival.
under the now flaming circus tent
you present
as:
chicken in a basket.
outside the quarantine
of
one hell of a religious revival.
sjw 07/10/17 inspired at this very moment in time as the portal shines between the children cowering among the pines.
from the 'baby series' of poems
sometimes
it feels like i'm twiddling thumbs
on a mainline siding
while
an out of control freight train
plays
the battle hymn of the republic
on loud speakers
blaring.
as the children
squat staring into the gaping hole
you left
after
you determined that
open heart surgery meant
collateral damage
was
the new heaven sent.
so we rewrite all our lullaby's to invent
new ways of
survival.
under the now flaming circus tent
you present
as:
chicken in a basket.
outside the quarantine
of
one hell of a religious revival.
sjw 07/10/17 inspired at this very moment in time as the portal shines between the children cowering among the pines.
from the 'baby series' of poems