Published by Friar Turk in the blog Friar Turk's Ramblings and Poetry. Views: 507

There is an order of angels
that men barely recognize
only for their nakedness
their long betrayal of trust
their boomerang shocks

Always getting hit from the outside
just beyond the perimeter
or drinking punch
anything for their brother

A crowd of shocked troops
beat down from bottom to top
and ghetto-fitted
or cream filled
with chisel sets in their
big spanking huts or raw noise chips flying

Banging out some new version of eternity
aiml3ess junk
shrines to unknown gods
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