he calls it home

by e.h. - Libra

his belt lies
broken on
the porch

lost and forgotten

as I step over
feet strapped 
in little straw
sandals

to sit on
a little straw 
mat

we all must
pass through
everything

but i try not
to think about
that

as the carbonation
drips from my legs
a testament to
our inbourne excess

aluminum jangling
as it rolls beneath
the car

as i raise my arms
for him to dance
up on me

amongst the clang clang
of handbells
and anklets

and the poverty poor
sharing their rations
and the excess 
no longer envied

amongst the rightous

a kind of cleansing
thereof

Birth sign: Libra
Date created: 2005-04-03 17:30:39
Last updated: 2021-03-03 14:46:49
Poem ID: 70720

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