God and Tobacco
by Ashe S. Britt
exploited in flesh
pink pyramid of fortitude
move on...you will understand little here...move on...this is not worth...anything
deep steps of earth on each side
that virgin tan of clean dirt
waiting for the rape of rain
then just mud...
colors of our disdain...
i may have said that before...
Tobacco streaming into my eyes
but addictions are good
something certain in life
my religions of poison
Christ became far too co-dependant
Many more catch phrases of the day to be applied at a later date
The careless way of my noisome clouds
toxins dance freely in this world
more so than i
The flame gets up for a tickle
cracking my senses
the blue center...tongueing the orange
the flame is a metaphor for foreplay
well to me anyway
i kick on down the road
the kind hauled from quarries
the little runt chips,
that the family of whole rocks did not want
these little bastards hop in with my feet
small hardened rejections...
do i even need to explain the metaphor there?
The clouds dust up among themselves
and unite the angels...time for rain
but who am i too complain
just open up and take the crystal urine
take one for the team
the team of belief
it is all you will have one day
when your heroes have been exposed...
as the villians who sold you truth
they ruined the surprises for you...
if you do not understand..
you will someday
Careless, this best describes our momentary warriors of truth
if you know some divine thing
keep your mouth shut
never try too enlighten the masses...
bulk product is always bad
i only adore liars
at least they flex their imaginatons
My sun burns down in its daily glory
orange highlights on the dimming clouds
pink rivers claiming what is left of the blue sky
The trees ache for notice
God sometimes envies sunsets
when the creation surpasses the creator
if you do not understand...
you will someday
i blaze again
my act of defiance
my small rebellions
my "look i bring fire too"
satan is gut laughing his ass off somewhere...
And in between gentle tokes
and of course the violence within
my glorious moon takes over
yes she is mine
Her illuminated pallor
tedious detail...you can see her wrinkles these centuries
she smiles down
and i feel brilliance
and she feels me
i flip off the sky...
and say hey God
we love each other...
although in a frat boy way
but my understanding of him is absolute
which is why i get away with so much
and even with the dread clotting my veins...even with guilt becoming glassy barbs in my brain...even with blade all ready and packed...i look on at a firefly catching his own piece of life...and i think...
what if i never had this again?
just this moment with moon
with the sleeping trees
the curious grass
and these damned rocks in my shoe...
that would be a horrible thing...