A Line Curved From Divine

A line
The straight and narrow path
Leading to the kingdom
Worthy of your soul… so they say

And curved
Such circles of lies
Bottoms broke into, a hymen here or there
An endless parade of death
Religion

A line
In your local pharmacy
To make you a better person
What human should be?

And curved
This sphere, the planet
White lines up curved nostrils
Smoke with no form at all
Drugs

A line
Elephants and donkeys on the same road
As the people cheer
Before the stampede

And curved
Are the streets of Jerusalem
Mobs lie twisted in repose
The liars, tax evaders, the republic… ends
Politics

A line
Road to Hell is so crowded
With good intentions
Yet I try to get in

And curved
The twists and turns of my veins
Sleeping pills aren’t so peaceful
Blades, can’t bear the pain, this life is so full
Suicide

A line
For the pretty girl
The members hard and erect
What of my poetic lines?

And curved
Pretty girls twisted; they never learn
Some members peel left and right
Curved morality of life
Girls

Left and right
Up and down
We travel

The well beaten path
Endless mobs
Seeking what is not there

Not the divine
Maybe not even the truth
But a point

What is that point…

Copyright © 2011, Will A. Bradford Jr. All rights reserved.