Wednesday, September 23, 2009

EMPTY SOULS

EMPTY SOULS, FULL SPIRIT,
NARROW VEINS, PUMPING MUSCLE,
HARD DAY, CALM WEATHER.

FULL FLESH, CLOGGED ENAMELS,
GENTLE ATTIRE, SCARED MIND,
ARMED STRONG NEVER GOLIATH.
EMPTY SOULS FULL SPIRIT
STRANGE ROOTS TO MAKE IT
TINY TO CRASH THE GREAT
ON THE KNEES I WENT,
ON FOURS TO BEG THE GIANT
SWEET TALKING WITHOUT SCORES.

LOGS ON BARE CHESTS
ROPES TO THE NECKS
POCKING THE EYES
CONSTALATIONS OOZ
NOSTRILS EXPAND AS
SMELLY BODIES TRAVEL HIGH.

FULL SPIRIT
HEY! SMILES, SMILES AT A DISTANCE
A LIGHT IN THE TUNNEL TWINKLING
CROWDS APPLAUD, HUNDREDS CHEER
FOR THE VICTOR IS HE!