Ernest Robles Poet Free verse

Within This Slice of Bleakmoment

Within this slice of bleakMoment i am pondering my
madness AND do sane people wonder if they are 
quite crazy -- this i cannot know /  but if while
thinking of my insane need for sanity these thoughts
as cold as mountain icy water squirrels through the 
deep rivers of my nut-brain;

   of course the glass box contains a hidden object
that only longNeck banana beating gorillas should
(never cross a mean cockSlinger in a bordello) eat

   now the priest having said his sacrament of 
(i did not do it) confession a youthful thought
flew by the stained window with an oversexed
 persuasion and the bread and wine were not
            entirely enough for heaven but 
                       hell thoroughly enjoyed 

   if fearIs the mindKiller then what of souls;
beyond the third door onThe left near the 
tissue and suppositories says the underlaid
underpaid thinly lipped clerk holding a banana
whistling Ode to Joy__ohboy.

:: 06-04-2018 ::

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