The Eternal gift

This City of chemicals, burnt orange sky's a gas

blooming, rising from the failing light of eve.

Dying day's colors no God would create

except that of man.



He drives oblivious, smiling window down

breeze fills asthmatic lungs, cigarette between

yellow teeth burning into lazy gray...

And so what?



Down he goes...



Even to create that which is destruction

becomes sacred Kali smiling, slashing

drinking up red blood, wine, vinegar and piss.



Crowned head - savaged Ass

Shining - rotting - beholding...

Wonderment, beauty foul taste retribution



Welcome- God's eternal gift to man!
- John Valentine 2002
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