Sponge Poem by Justin Tallman

And now
Let me begin
With these awkward steps
I'll attempt resurrection
The lines are now blurred
no time for perfection

But now
We will learn
The screaming sirens
can seem so violent

I cry, and yearn
for reminiscent bliss
but this, will burn
the compliant

I can feel this fall
But I'll bounce
like a ball

Do you hear the call
of the riots? ?

Let's stoop
to crypts so low
that every detail will show

So let's go
some where quiet

And profess our thoughts
'till the needle drops
then stop
our replies

Move along
with every sigh

This brings moisture
to my life that was dry