HEATHENS UNSEEN #poetry by jay

lust engages my core
hammers my mind
i thirst endlessly
mismanage my soul
for centuries 
time travel eludes
my reality 
but i beg for a chance, 
a bite, a taste of it—
moonshine, potbellied
blew up, sky-high
into the woods
and i ran to the cave
and hid from authorities
i dug a ditch
into the earth
a wormhole
a beggars grave
i sat in wait
i regained my strength
i came to the place
i blew up 
and lit the pot again
i lust after 
the moonshine
i mix the sun 
into the herb, the weed
the pit of gomorrah
over takes, 
i plead
to the spirit gods
and the ether rises
like heathens 

©Jay Mora-Shihadeh

Photo by Adam Neumann on Unsplash


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