Pocket Full of Stones
Belts, switches, bricks, and near misses
Broken boys starring as established men
Police whistles, leather shoes clamouring
down city alleyways slick as a polished floor.
White clubs swing, black heads snap
against the dingy lines that hold
brick walls together. The devil gives chase
up to and into the pearly gates
heaven ain't safe.
Hide and seek high in steeples
I once read, He has no equal, so
why does the human race run in so
many horrible sequels?
Guide me O Lord before I fall
a thousandth time.
Does salavation have
a dotted line I could sign?
Looking for clues in my girl's arousal,
a simple touch is trending as she
lays trembling. Moan filled
responses better known as M.F.R.s,
spill of satisfaction, fades,
but is always everlasting;
as quickly as it recedes
My mental hum throbs again
A sea of thought washes over me
and I'm overboard, overheard saying
What's my name? twice. I don't think my son
will ever be the same after hearing
mommy's answer.
Amazing how a picture is painted.
Without ever mentioning it,
you envision it. Coming back to shore,
tallying up the score
Motorcades and dimples, bullets and tinted windows,
clean sheets dirtied, a president
is laid to rest after having created another agency
in an already clogged system titled the C.S.D.
A place where no one ever gets answers
but finds sleep immediately.
As I start to drift out of my writer's mind
and saltwater cascades and filters through sand
I'm reminded howa man can live a lifetime
and die to soon.
"He without sin," He said. I walked away
with a pocket full of stones.
Sin is a pile of rocks, broken men carry.
J.F.K, M.L.K., M.O.U.S.E.
Reset button pushed.
To be a kid again wondering why
daddy is asking mommy such a ridiculous question
when sins washed away
and a stone thrown
was a pebble against a window
to see if the girl's sleep
waiting for her light to turn on...
Copyright © Ts Lewis | Year Posted 2015
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