Wednesday, October 13, 2010

Bible Belt

SoCo and ice chip mouth
Prudence on a porch
Peeling back layers with every drop of spit
Hairs split sky
Wheat brew teeth grind shut
Wet lips locked
And loaded
Questions hitting home
Hitting hard against buildings
Where there’s smoke
There’s a fire in my throat
Wasted on a feeling
Of how awful goodness is
How awful it can be
Clean from a shower of embers and ash
Still black
Smoking guns in my gut
Firing lines
From a book well versed
In bigotry

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