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An Englishman in Montreal: Ballistic palindromes

manfrommontreal:

Ballistic palindromes
move through the crevices of lapsed reason,
cutting windpipes in half
between the throes of my worry
and the absent minded blows
hitting my withering body as it cowers 
on the corner of a vacant alley 
and the last thought in my head.

In the brave light of false gods
one has no need to pray as your soul is stapled
to your forehead as a sign
of the fallen angels we all carry inside us.

A boom claps in the resin of my being,
stunned by the friction of metallic casings 
deep against bone, blood loss is eminent 
as I’m caught in the crossfire
of want and desire to stop the madness 
captured in the open wounds I hold closed
with my trembling hands.

In the brave light of false gods
one has no need to pray as your soul is stapled 
to your forehead as a sign
of the fallen angels we all carry inside us.

I’m here to tell you if I survive this once again
these scares I will carry won’t fade, they separate the blurred line 
of confusion and the weight of woes I want to bury.
A mindless aqueduct is but a passage
of rivers flowing between the heart and mind
transmitting the last words of last breathes 
through a syncopated loop of flesh and marrow.

In the brave light of false gods
one has no need to pray as your soul is stapled 
to your forehead as a sign
of the fallen angels we all carry inside us.