poetry and shorts on flow states of various kinds, occasional explorations into clutch states, ebbing.

Monday, May 5, 2014

He was crucified to the earth.


all the joys and all the pleasures of all

        being, laden unto him

ladled into the lap of his luxury.


                              "it was such a great game"


at dawn. they took all the beautiful women. all the promising looking children.
they killed
the strong men, and tortured the rest.

left them to die under the scorching sun, the pouring rain and the freezing wind and snow.

' they replay it on ESPN classic all the time '




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