Raw Poetry by Rev. Shakes Spear
Eat Out the Sky
The path to right here now...
Where did it start? How?
What came first,
the thought of me
or my first thought?
Was I born from Nothing?
Did I beget
or was I begot?
Am I the Everything and All
shoved into One?
Am I the Eternal Ray
of a Temporary Sun?
Who shot first,
the Bullet or the Gun?
Some point to the Finger
and his accomplice, the Thumb.
Some signs say, ‘That’s O.K.’
And others say, ‘That’s just dumb.'
This inside-out talking
suits me like a hole in the head,
shoots me like a head in my hole
Now look me in the eye...
Aye, aye, aye -
I'm gonna---
(all explodes)
News Bulletin: There was an implosion today at high noon. It ate out the Sky and spit out the Moon like a stray hair stuck in the back of its throat. Its Mother nature gagged on the skies white lightning and up we choked. The Sun slowly bled out in whisps of smoke but gathered itself and crawled back home.
No major injuries were reported.
The path to right here now.
When did it start? How?
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