Patron Saint of Nothing

[johnnyruin]

He looks on

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[anonymous]

I like this, particularly the last eight lines. excellent writing, this.

-ever

some words go together.

[drunkonthesun]

when you were young
you were the king of carrot flowers
and how you built a tower tumbling through the trees
in holy rattlesnakes that fell all around your feet
and your mom would stick a fork right into daddy's shoulder
and dad would throw the garbage all across the floor
as we would lay and learn what each other's bodies were for
and this is the room
one afternoon i knew i could love you
and from above you how I sank into your soul
into that secret place where no one dares to go
and your mom would drink until she was no longer speaking
and dad would dream of all the different ways to die
each one a little more than he could dare to try.