Damn Shame Poem by Adryan Barnathan

Bellowing in the dust
of this theatrical middle of the road
this milk of the land
dire and eliptical
going maiden in the wounds
that breed the lives that
ride this life....

sailing in the blood
of us all
the way we ride this life
in nights of blazing cries,
seeks to survive
the violence of life's tide

sweet does not
calm down
the writhing sounds
of the way
we were taught
to believe

welcome to the night
that slips into the blinding light
of the wreathing slime
that is a damn shame

as a mighty penny
won't shine
because it won't buy
a piece of gum baby

you just try to be free,
it's the source of dignity
but war is a spinal tap of degees
and the letter in the mail says,
'your son is dead'
so it's all one big friggin
damn shame.....


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