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The Progression Concept
a project by jonathan delucia…
…and the signs followed me daily.
I spent days and weeks in a spiritual trance,
Working on my testimony…
I Grew arms like that of a soldier.
My skin grew dark with serotonin.
And I faced the Living God, Amen.
The water was squeezed right from me.
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….where is my lover?
…this year’s love was supposed to last.
Prophet suffered hallucinations as the signs followed him.
Sight was bended for thirty days.
Where is his lover?
Mouth was always closed,
only praises escaped his lips.
Hands upside down.
Daily crooked fucking smile,
mouth closed like a casket.
“And to this, my letter,
I raise a fist against you!
This, my love songs,
I put you in dirt!
To you, my poem,
…I ignore you…
like I ignore our first kiss…
I have convinced myself_____________________.”
This is where the pen dropped.
I tilt my head to your responses…
Read them again.
For loosing it the day my bones were crushed, I am guilty.
but see your fingernails…
they’re dirty…
as if you were digging.
Now This is where the poems stop.
This is where my back grows ..
…wings.
“I painted a wing for you, put it in the dog park.
It probably got stolen or thrown away,
‘cause its not there anymore.”
Yeah, I left a lot of tags.
I thought it was romantic…
“That’s like some ‘Say Anything’ shit!” (plagiarized)
sadly,
I am a Pegasus.
And the Lion is becoming more beautiful.
Daily.
Sadly,
Look at your wrist
Daily.
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