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The Wild God and I
The neon flashing of the risen cross
grows all the weeds on my veg plot
the bleeding hands pinned by nails
the corona virus that prevails
next to me a Wild God kneels
Does he like me, wobble in belief
angers tides envelop then recede
and when just raw frustration shouts
someone cuts you up on a roundabout
the Wild God at the wheel
Put a red item, in the white only laundry
leave you limp when she is horny
fire and brimstone of the shaken fist
condone the sin you cant resist
Wild God the blood that wont congeal
Spell the moral that will shock
make you drink when you detox
set the trap and bait the snare
just theology of despair
Wild God the condemned man's last meal
Burn your heart with a branding iron
lion be the lambs clothed Zion
red mist will always make the grade
in the guise, the Marquis de Sade
Wild God the storm to batter at the keel
The god that snaps the tread
gets you out, the wrong side of the bed
head just like a grumpy bear
humanity just worn with wear
Wild God's tough love improve your steel
Bee sting to curb one's hubris
internments plan the grace of Anubis
where the runes will see just shock
faith's Pandora in a box
Wild god be old and the new ideal
grows all the weeds on my veg plot
the bleeding hands pinned by nails
the corona virus that prevails
next to me a Wild God kneels
Does he like me, wobble in belief
angers tides envelop then recede
and when just raw frustration shouts
someone cuts you up on a roundabout
the Wild God at the wheel
Put a red item, in the white only laundry
leave you limp when she is horny
fire and brimstone of the shaken fist
condone the sin you cant resist
Wild God the blood that wont congeal
Spell the moral that will shock
make you drink when you detox
set the trap and bait the snare
just theology of despair
Wild God the condemned man's last meal
Burn your heart with a branding iron
lion be the lambs clothed Zion
red mist will always make the grade
in the guise, the Marquis de Sade
Wild God the storm to batter at the keel
The god that snaps the tread
gets you out, the wrong side of the bed
head just like a grumpy bear
humanity just worn with wear
Wild God's tough love improve your steel
Bee sting to curb one's hubris
internments plan the grace of Anubis
where the runes will see just shock
faith's Pandora in a box
Wild god be old and the new ideal
Published 30th Jul 2020
| Edited 31st Jul 2020
Author's Note
as for the original poem I have never taken LSD or recreational drugs !!!
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Anonymous
31st Jul 2020 5:09pm
This is fascinating, Slip!
"someone cuts you up on a roundabout
the Wild God at the wheel"
LOLOL! I especially got a real kick out of those lines!
"someone cuts you up on a roundabout
the Wild God at the wheel"
LOLOL! I especially got a real kick out of those lines!
31st Jul 2020 6:19pm
The original seemed to be a evocation to drug culture what is your view ? I could see no depth in it. So I just gave it a slipalong spin. I am glad you found it interesting Regards slip
Anonymous
- Edited 31st Jul 2020 6:37pm
31st Jul 2020 6:34pm
I feel you are somewhat correct, Slip. In the inspiration poem, there's a throw-caution-to-the-wind recklessness that comes with getting shit-faced drunk and inviting "some wild animal" without any self control to manifest in your skin and wreak havoc.
But I also feel the other poem was about "loosening up" and letting inspiration flow - following our animal instincts rather than logic and formal educations that say you can only create this that way and that this way.
But I also feel the other poem was about "loosening up" and letting inspiration flow - following our animal instincts rather than logic and formal educations that say you can only create this that way and that this way.
