Periaktoi Writing Post

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.

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