Tuesday, June 29, 2010

Sad K.

You decry
your decision
to participate
in man's terrible decision
to forgo circumcision.

You played at
being the one
but after the setting
of the digital sun,

you reeled, realizing,
the one had already come.

Sought after,
for the message,

the bread and fish,
your only wish,
and your heart is a flutter,

to avoid the Christ,
at any price,
and find some
peanut butter.


velvetelement said...

I love your poetry, you should collect them all and publish a book!

Brian said...
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brenda said...

Did you write this???

I, too, want the book. The complete (well, not necessarily complete) collection.