Gord

2019-03-02 05:17 pm

Seeking resurrection,
I long to burn my hands,
Incense smoke, friends.
I tire of drawing nonagon, ocatgons, heptagons, hexagons.
I have drawn triangles, circles, squares and beyond,
I have longed for more irregular shapes.
Older days, forgotten, songs,
Lyrics erased, dreams decayed,
Vocals crack on air,
The priest is watching alone.
I stare the beast in his eyes,
and keep yelling despite.