JIM TRAINER'S POEM OF THE WEEK
GODS OF DEVOTION
make you think you’re seeing diamonds in broken glass
punch you drunk til you’re staggering up the thin air
til you’re lean, til your love is clean
til your hate is clean
the beast of your past, the voice of karma
the stinking yoke of history
all make for a thrust and blush
there wasn’t ever any truth
those bastards stood on our fathers’ backs too long
you get to hearing their voices and you
stand up and you answer back
that this day is the day and these nights cathedrals
you break through when you realize
there wasn’t a chance
you didn’t need one.
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