11-16-2014, 06:03 PM
Nailed on the bathroom wall, a crucifix
Must have been bought from longs or CVS.
Seen every day, the signal was bereft.
The bloodless crown and all that it depicts,
Rose like a scent from Yankee candlesticks.
What can I do but constantly digress?
What holy trance or faith could I possess?
What type of force can loose the mortared bricks?
Amidst the bartering for candy bars
Inside a train. I heard a violin.
The phatic din of silence in the car
Was filled, divine, to mend our human scar.
But still I kept myself inside my skin
Because I could not see his resting chin.
I think this sonnet probably has too many questions.
Must have been bought from longs or CVS.
Seen every day, the signal was bereft.
The bloodless crown and all that it depicts,
Rose like a scent from Yankee candlesticks.
What can I do but constantly digress?
What holy trance or faith could I possess?
What type of force can loose the mortared bricks?
Amidst the bartering for candy bars
Inside a train. I heard a violin.
The phatic din of silence in the car
Was filled, divine, to mend our human scar.
But still I kept myself inside my skin
Because I could not see his resting chin.
I think this sonnet probably has too many questions.