Thursday, March 17, 2011

Santa Monica Sunset

A calm orange glow blankets the city
Comforts the ocean
As it needs to be comforted
For a tragedy has occurred

A man too sad for words
With eyes so blue, they hide the cold
Imposes his mentality on others
physically

So washing clean
The tide pulls in
Women and children and men, with
other kin
They did everything wrong
Just didn't know it
Swaying with ease, there were
thousands of them
Salt in their veins
Strangled with seaweed
For them to end

There was plenty of need

Now the lovers in love
Even the casual lays
Hung up in trees
Inserted and sewn to each other
Like decorated angels with such
yule tide splendor
Cradled by the breeze

Even lookie-loos of same gender

No one really knew
Or had time to even ponder
What drove him to this
How he managed to accomplish
such a feet
In fifty-eight seconds or less

This was a man without fear
When all he knew, were pain
and tears

Two miles east
On some useless street
Erected a church
Boy, Catholics are neat

Out on the green turf
Where daises grew
Fell ruffied-up nuns, raped with
very large guns
Protruding from their virgin
vaginal openings

If you look up above
You will find a most lonesome dove
Defecating on a crucified man
The man on the cross
Resembling a neo-Nazi boss, had
a never ending grin on his face

Jesus got a haircut today

A man too happy to use a pen
Supported by a symbol meant
to forgive your sins
With eyes so blue
Yet trusting and true

Where was your god today?

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