Thomas Raguar

Rookie (11.25.1982)

Fourty-Five Scratches - Poem by Thomas Raguar

a broken record growing mold
souls that've begun to grow old
Hell burns the wicked forever
so we've been told
over and over

we went to other lands
hoping to find someone
who would understand
or find our inner man
they said to crucify the old one on the cross
I've a hill littered with bloodied old men

backpacks and jackets
no suitcases or shirts for us
transient transcendentalists
monthly-issued mental militia
tell us there is no god

end of the beginning
beginning of the end
I write conclusionary renditions
of mind-rending revelations
fourty-five recurring scratches
say I haven't learned anything


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  • (5/13/2006 7:29:00 AM)

    great write (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, May 13, 2006

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