Here we go again, another quick one, this time from November 1998. This poem is a little heavy handed in the symbolism department, but I like it nonetheless. It rather depresses me that I play the 'homoerotic' card to shock (give that I don't find it all that shocking); but I figured that religious iconography, homoerotism and prostitution all add up to something offensive to someone out there. Forgive me, I was young...
Last night
i met Jesus
no time ago.
walking the wall
“Jesus!” i cried.
(inside) mine eyes
fell down
trouser level (the glory!)
Christ stood still
watching my every move.
Last night
i met Jesus
no time ago.
walking the wall
“Jesus!” i cried.
(inside) mine eyes
fell down
trouser level (the glory!)
Christ stood still
watching my every move.
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How precious your children are. It looks like you are truly are enjoying while they are so young. The time will fly by and you will have so many memories to cherish.
I taught with a young man from Tazmania two years ago. I am curious if you know him. Email me.
Diva, I'm not sure. I know that all of the one's that I have posted to date are ones that I considered 'playful' and not 'serious'. I had a few published in small literary journals around that time, but I look at those ones now and cringe! They seem dreadful to the eye now, whereas then I thought them okay. I was always into prose and short story writing then though. Some of that I think stands up okay today.
Julie, I should hope so!
wow. So striking.