the world waits
for the next great distraction
to wander from gravity,
for the next sacrificial goat
to goad the sin and sanctity
from what the world wants.
the world lifts
the shale and pumps it hard,
throwing the shit to the sky
to float high among the heavens
and bask in glory's hate,
of what the world likes.
I am the best thing you've never heard of.
I hold a Bachelor's in English, History and Secondary Education, and a Master's in English: Creative Writing, though my appearance belies intelligence.
My goal in life is to write and to be read. It's a modest stretch by most imaginations.
To most I'm amazing.
It all depends on your definition of literary merit.
All poems contained on this blog are ©Thomas Boersma unless otherwise noted.
Wednesday, October 27, 2010
Poem-A-Day: Day 349
Lifting, Waits
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