The Sign

What’s that goddamn rattle?

It seems to be coming from my chest.

It’s coming from beneath the stifling silver crucifix which hangs from my neck like a handful of lead fishing sinkers.

Maybe it’s a sign from a prophet to offer me some clarity in a mad world going madder.

Maybe, it’s lung cancer.


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Filed under outlaw poetry, poetry, religion

One response to “The Sign

  1. marcelino guerrero

    Sounds like the same prophet that visits me. His name is acidrefluxus! 🙂

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