Monday, April 15, 2013

Uneasy Sleep

Orphan in space how many more ages will stink from

Blood-stained bullies wiping their mouths with babies’ cries to

Devil-men spraying the air with atomic metal scattering souls like sudden sparrows?

I close my eyes and turn in uneasy sleep.

Sweet Jesus wipe that silly grin off your face and get out of the car.



-Mike Hill


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