Who really holds the power?
Orgasm is a glimpse of the infinite
also a primal urge
Living on the street
in an orbital dream state
All masks adorned, worn
to illuminate
The hollow faces, glazed
injecting their Jesus hate
Dialated eyes, the angels cry
experience accumulates
The nightclubs
are dotted w/blood
scored in urine basins
Contorted faces
drug induced rages
liquid God
How the soul ages
Strange anomolies
Spirits cramped into tiny bags
Ready for their sad delivery
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Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)
Reviewed on April 27, 2011
You got it. Said it well. You've been close the the hell that is the mean streets.
Each person is but a grain of sand resting beside the sea. This thought sets the tone for Jill Eisnaugle’s latest poetry collection, Beside Still Waters.
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