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2 poems |
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by shelley masar
Email: shellwash (nospam) sbcglobal.net (verified) |
03 Sep 2004
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2 poems in trying times |
Hangin' out on Strain Street
Havin' fallen through a crack.
Holdin' on to nuthin' much,
Hopin' sumthin' calls me back…
Shipwrecked, imprisoned, left for dead,
The scales taken from my eyes,
Looking for a pantomime
An Ace that trumps the flush despise
Hangin' out on Strain Street
Havin' fallen through a crack.
Holdin' on to nuthin' much,
Hopin' sumthin calls me back…
I’m a Saul on the road to Damascus,
I’m the Christians I despise
I’m waiting for my flash of light,
For a shoulder in the cold dark sky
Hangin' out on Strain Street
Havin' fallen through a crack.
Holdin' on to nuthin' much,
Hopin' sumthin' calls me back…
If Jesus don’t anoint me
And Satan won’t lemme hide,
I’m hangin' out on Strain street,
Just hopin' for a Ride.
Hangin' out on Strain Street
Havin' fallen through a crack.
Holdin' on to nuthin' much,
Hopin' sumthin calls me back… |
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fragile as feeling |
by shelley masar
shellwash (nospam) sbcglobal.net (verified) |
Current rating: 0
03 Sep 2004
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fragile as feeling
gazing in your eyes
across the rubble of our respective despair
across the divergent motes we dug
and flung ourselves into.
we touch hands again,
ruefully present,
fragile as feeling,
stronger than fear,
transcending. |
