Corey Baker

Rookie (1984 / 'Lowell, Mass.')

Nevering - Poem by Corey Baker

crowded room, and no space to store
needed a savoir not just a whore

sleepless nights, fantasys are danced
love songs, breeding enternally

godless profession, faithful nutrition
signed the petitions, face the confessions,


extacy's glow, bleeding in a ring
choirs sweet sound, to god they sing

slave to the world, slave to his god
master of his music, lesser of the two lovers

gone, she died in the morning
wanted to die, quickened her moaning

crying, i die, too
crying, waiting to live
crying, killing myself
crying, just to fall asleep

my 'heart' is missing
im hollow, and discorded

purified, the tears drain
to carry the casket, pallbearers shame

godless professions, painful sensations
loving cascadings, slave train's degrading

crying, i then i died

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Poem Submitted: Friday, May 12, 2006

Poem Edited: Saturday, July 24, 2010

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