Everything Under the Sun Ecclesiatical Version
kindney stone children out from god
passing through blood and blindfolded
angels.
Passing on the left with turn signals
flashing from different angles..
now im pretty sure there is a proverb
in the headlights of a 92 toyota corolla which
passes by impregnated robotic dragon
flies.
i am reminded of the sun dried
opaque
exo-skeletal bugs lying along the back of
the rear window.
somehow they seem more motionless and
beautifully tranquil than before.
the sun flares out and has never seemed
more naked to adore.
i must not touch the blisters that
form on my dashboard.
luckily there is a simple little proverb
in the ashtray.
"vanity of vanities and of what lies beneath?
well thats simple in this sunny freeway sheath.
changing lanes watching the paint peal
off a dented hood of damascus steel.
Copyright © Nathan Martin | Year Posted 2014
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