What Its Like
Josh Nolan
dishonored dogs, ostricized and
fermenting in cowls towards
lonely experience moonlight
straying from the constant
contact of conciousness, knowing
God without death, death without God
this spastic journey of life
started way back, before belief of beyond
only sharing someone else’s past
re-living the same punishments
another pipe-dreaming soul’s fight for survival
belittled, plagued by a festering torment
i’ll go gray and stiff dreaming under crucifix
wasting smiling, clockwork fakes thinkwork
celebration, barbaric chanting, faster than beauty
simplicity opened
slow motion soft
jittered fact and fiction
candy-coated worries lie in
flashing pan memories
seemingly infinite infantile stupor
profane and sacred meaning search
when inside the world comes off
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