- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Leering at Leary
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Reaching with both hands
to knock on the sky
screaming out "Timothy!
Why did you lie?"
I saw an eagle
all lit up in red
I saw vines growing
from out of my head
I saw the man Jesus
fresh from his grave
I saw the strange foods
that forever I'd crave
I saw my children
all covered in blood
I saw a great statue
carved of purple mud
I saw my soul tangled
kicking hard to be free
but I never saw God...
or He didn't see me.
- COMMENTS
WickedEvealmost 20 years agoI love poems with a great ending:
but I never saw God...
or He didn't see me.
Anonymousalmost 20 years agoI hear George's sitar and see those swirly spooky things that were supposed to give you a free trip. This poem is a trip all on it's own!
jthserraalmost 20 years agowith this one. I had an opportunity to hear Leary speak once, talk about charisma. This poem spun a bit like one of Leary's trips, perhaps peeking inside. Interesting images...
jim : )
YDDalmost 20 years ago. . . met the pieman
drawing things in air.
You are what you eat. . . write?
twelveoonealmost 20 years agoI would have made this a little more disorganized and tangental. great.
