Divine Tracks:

[Philatone]

hey billy
haven't seen the original, so that being said...

indigo or red:
at the moment I’m emitting pastel green,
thinking of tripe and the birdy song.
Jesus, a sunbeam, and sugar dummies;


Hispanics name offspring after Him
and pronounce their mule… hey soose

God's burnt remains in silver foil;
basted like a Sunday roast,
the twenty two cc syringe
laid out for discerning followers.
After tasting; wallowing in the gravy of grief
international force feeding
via the media kitchen of bad taste
so many dead

and me

me
I’m pastel green

have to admit other people's comments guided me a bit through this one. My instincts draw me to the third stanza more than the others. In some ways, I think it could work on its own, or at least serve as the opening. I might be missing some significance, but the opening just does not grab me at all. It never offered me a base to settle into. Just my own thoughts, I apologize I can't be more helpful here.