poem for Jon Gee

[Joshua Bailey]

If Satan is naked G-d is locked up in a basement broken kneed praying.

Will we won't be saved? it's nearly evening, so split the atom part the seas,

I'll hold back the tears, even sever the garden of Eden from Adam and Eve again, once more.

Now every light disappears before dawn, I said it's nearly evening,

and evil knowledge or not, the fruit juice seeds are spilling off my tongue onto tree of life leaves.

The tree of life leaves.

So one to the head two to the heart, call me target.

From coffins to squad cars, guess dungeons just want me tossed in.

Clock hands broke off your wrist watch?

The god spoke, time stopped, frozen.

Rockin' a razor blade bracelet, should fate slip?

Mad man a sailin' on a sane ship,

break a leg, the stage lights will light the vane vein drips,

I need a cane, you're Cane, I aint even Abel, disabled.

-NON

[Joshua Bailey]

https://julianalachance.bandcamp.com/album/crackle-pop

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