Here are a few violent poems. I would certainly appreciate any feedback
you may have, good bad or otherwise
Andrea
Care.
Each year in Autumn, Jesus dies with all the little children so they donšt
have to die alone. A monster mistakes substance for shadow. The two legged
men are walking around in circles. Someonešs in the corner breaking a jar
made of skin. You have never existed before.
strange resting
After drowning their children they bathed in the river. Things repeat like
trauma, indicating trauma. Crying out of thirst. Saying, I invented you.
cure for missing souls
At the park two children start biting each other to death. All the other
voices joined in. It was a wailing chorus of distressed people. There was
a crowd of dead men fleeing in the wind and they took with them the souls of
the children. The Puerto Rican man who dives too fast zipped by and his
wife sat eating pretzels by his side. The manšs hands and his feet were
decaying. The sound of people crying was coming over the radio. God said,
All you poor people, I can see that youšve been crying. And the people
whispered back, we were more like ourselves than we had previously imagined.
God said, you spend so much energy on forgetting and even as he was speaking
his hands and his feet were decaying, or, and even as he was spreading his
hands across his people, his people were decaying. And the people said,
spirit come back here-- I need you here with me.
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