John Weber Poems

Heads propped aloft by the
crutch of dogmatic belief,
savoring each other,
feasting upon flesh-
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I toss my focus towards the sky
To ask those knowing stars for truth
They wink at me in mute reply
Shedding rays from my distant youth
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I feel the rage burning from your eyes
As you strike me with your kitchen tool
It's that devil in you I despise
Your vicious tirade smacks me most cruel
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The flow you bestow
makes all structure go
with spirit-popping visions
stalking from my mind
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Within the whorl of
cacophony and ecstasy
dances a vision of clarity
beyond me and my spree
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More than twelve hundred souls
Meet their watery grave.
German U-boat patrols
Spark a fatal shockwave.
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Sticky sweet methane reactions
Dust the populace with disease
Live flesh embalmed in corruption
Synapses singed by chemicals
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Minced garlic with tomato,
onion and pepper,
thick, cylindrical pasta
Mozzarella topped-
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If I were the compassionless sort
without regard for flowing sanctity,
and if hunger more dire than thirst
rocked through me with stings true,
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Started a job today
well below the pay
needed to keep my sway.
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