Friday, August 26, 2016

An American Dream

I
 came to
sore
 and skin-torn
A crust of blood
 my garnet
 garment

I dreamt
 of
six tiny golden gods
reposing
 in their beehive chambers
awaiting the
 command
 to arise
   and   destroy

I dreamt
 of
a holy hand of harm

I dreamt
 of 
convenient cataclysm

I
 came to
in a ditch of despair
 with

A mouthful of bullets

And a GFY from the Underworld
 stapled to my waistcoat.

____________

*8/26/16

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