Voodoo Universe
I manage time but still loose heart,
my brain vertigo hemorrhage of
gravitons and gluons.
Hands whirl on a silver circle
on the office wall,
timing the heart beats until Golgotha.
I smell the stench of veneer and
hide in the cave of your empty republic mentioned sunken city.
Yet I cannot stop the goose skin
death ticking of apollo’s paycheck.
Time itself is measured in sticky
melted wax drawn on a wall with a smelly grin.
Yet, I always will wonder if your
music will stop breaking tone and find the pitch to sit on my wallowed
mellowed soul.
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Sam Harrelson lives in Asheville, NC and is pursuing his PhD in Religious Studies (Early Christian Origins). Sam is also an award winning blogger, speaker and online community strategist.
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also did you write this one last year really?- seems more like you may have written it sitting at subscriberbase
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