scavenging the flesh off bones of the wounded
take no solace parasite of tears
your own thoughts excrement to any tortured ear
you have imprisoned yourself in stolen life
that lives as you die. hideous, insignificant
Written by Scott Schoffstall
© December 9, 2010
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Poetic Sojourn
Puddles, rain collects
Tears from a despondent god
Drinking the silky silence of a fear
That is out of my reach and into your hands
My hands cup around the drops
And time stirs with the bitter
Then falls thru the cracks in my hands
Trickles past my parched lips
To lay fallow in my sentient bowels
I don't pretend to understand
Anything about this life, about what it's like to be a god
But there's something about drinking raindrops
That makes me realize, I know all I need to know
I'm wet now, soaked thru, bone-drenched
Saliferous flow irrigating the soul
Nourishing the movement for where it needs to grow
Here alone springs a garden from tears
Written by Scott Schoffstall
© December 1, 2010
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Poetic Sojourn
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