Last call for poems
Church starts in six hours
Confessing these priestly birth pangs
Failed to keep thy word
Why make a promise you may not reap
Under a whole heap of pressure
Leaping over mislabeled obligations
Crawling into our carved out hollow holes
Safe spaces of serenity
Equivalent to sanctuary showers without end
Further drying out our crocodile cracked skin
Pores telling tall tales of indecision
Power lines lying on feeble fences
Maroon odyssey minivan moving methodically
Hauling away daydreams & detoured destinies
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