by Beat Spiccoli

Created on: June 15, 2010

I live on another plane 
Fulfilled my wishes, 
In merlot dreams 
Surviving the extremes 
of existence in pain 

I come from alleys 
From sad, dead bushes 
from bus stops 
Avoiding the night cops 
I stick to dark valleys 

I'm on an unspoken trek 
Ears filled with swooshes 
and whispers 
Damning my dead sister 

Angels skipped this train wreck 

In the distance I can see 
A dark, stone mansion 
Lovers past 
Hand-in-hand they cast 
Themselves to the sea  

The dark mansion is too far 
For my tired disease 
My lips quiver 
Recalling the Tigris River 
And the ritual char 

I wake from a haunting dream 
Naked, wet and cold 
I did not 
Wait for them to rot 
Some bodies float upstream 

I stand at the iron gate 
of the ancient mansion 
Locked without 
I kick, curse and shout 
I'm missing a key trait 

I pass into eternity 
Moments of a new dawn 
A strange body 
Cloaked in dirty and shoddy  
Clothes floats above me 

You are too late to enter 
This profane property 
Go wander! 
Until Judgment you'll maunder 
So long, Dead Sinner!

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