Logged in three times to post this. Chickened out every time. Haven't written poetry in years. Never was very good at it.


Got the ATS Blues

Too many times
Too many.
Been here too many times
Before.
Push the same ball
Up the mountain
Watch it roll back down again.

Come together,
Says God,
Come together, or not at all.
Salvation's
Not a prize child.
Come home together,
Or don't come back home at all.

This heart's made
For heavy
Labor, but not for this
Sisyphus
You had it easy.
Come back home boy.
It's your shift now, it's your shift.




...I'm thinking a kind of a jazz blues fusion, with some choral riffs.

It's very good soficrow, don't chicken out share more.

Logged in three times to post this. Chickened out every time. Haven't written poetry in years. Never was very good at it.

But you posted it, thats what counts

Great work, i look forward to more.

Where do they come from?
The worms
With their songs of underground hate?
What attracts them?
Pheromones?
Moist humanity
fertile
Minds collected in a petri net?

Who directs the crawling hordes?
Writes their scripts?
Harvests their hearts?

Who is it who thinks?
To build an army of soldier ants
from blind crawling things
feeding on microbial refuse
and
old #
already decomposed.


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Very... fitting poem.

Good work