JOHNMICHAEL SIMON POETRY

Drenched

They throw words at you

like paint, grease,

cow dung

some of them stick

to the walls

of your mind

stain your

entrances and exits

Stage right

a man is selling

newspapers

you walk past

pulpits, parliaments

protests, placards

everyone’s doing it

It’s like a poetry slam

and you’re tongue-tied

forget your lines

so go home, strip

take a shower

Words disintegrate

dissolve, wash away

in a mush of syllables

disappear down the drain

Outside it’s raining

prayers, threats and

broken promises

© Johnmichael Simon

2016

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