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Ugly Poem

Broken glass world
pithed with black flags
madmen and misfits.
Where is our god in all this fantastic muck? 
Atop an out of touch mountain top...
Salving wounds of savant sons?

Far below all the rest flayed and salted. 
mostly forgotten
Our collective-depressive monkey minds fleeing to
origami boats. 
Drifting upon shark finned ponds.
Flaming arrows line the shores.
Ribbed strays and one-legged orphans
turning tricks for milk and crumbs 
and the rustic prosthetic called 
love.

Copyright © Anthony Biaanco | Year Posted 2014

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Connie Marcum Wong Date: 9/28/2014 3:49:00 AM Someone cut deep! Login to Reply

Richard Lamoureux Date: 9/13/2014 7:49:00 AM I almost forgot, I came to thank you for picking my poem. I am greatly honored by your placement. Login to Reply

Richard Lamoureux Date: 9/13/2014 7:46:00 AM Disturbing and yet eloquent write. God bound his own hands when he gave us free will. He also allows our hands to be the instrument of his healing but first we must give ourselves over to his heart. Pain is as inevitable as breathing, as a believer the difference is that I no longer face it alone. I now can pull back the curtain and see beyond the temporary. Login to Reply

John Lawless Date: 9/12/2014 10:09:00 PM Well, Anthony, I shall have to revisit this poem several more times to allow its multiple levels of meaning to percolate to the surface. I am partial to the line "our monkey minds fleeing on origami boats" Login to Reply