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CELEBRATING CREATIVE EXPRESSION AT BAYLOR SINCE 1966

Periaktoi Writing Post

Volume 55
Issue 1

Single Visual Art Post

  • Poetry
metamorphosis
Patrick Russell
   
 
choose your flower as it falls, 
tomorrow we will run faster, 
but now is a time for simplicity; 
 
Christ, i’m just a boy, 
why cannot you always be a good man father? 
daddy cannot bide me, because i swear at him, 
the fruit don’t fall far from the tree; 
 
it is for God to punish wicked people, 
but i never had power to conceal my passion, 
i cannot say God’s name, 
for i am the wrong kind of creature for this world, 
no matter where it hides, God will find it; 
 
at home, i drown, 
it is a place to forget what power is, 
four weeks’ torture, tossing and sickness, 
i am learning to suffer, 
in isolation, i am isolated, 
time can be so still; 
 
the world unmakes itself. 
 
I will tell myself stories, 
and look for god, 
they do not call me darling, 
but I don’t hate them, 
for they think I love just by accident, 
what happens in the end? 
 
once I had a good life, 
but sinners have more good times, 
the honeysuckles embracing the thorn, 
have you ever found god in church? 
god sees everything; 
 
right then I started to cry, 
civilizations going to pieces, 
and the rich get richer, 
but tomorrow we will run faster; 
 
choose Your flower as it falls, 
a good heart will help You, 
I’m young and happy. I’ll never die.