by Louis Marvin
in a corner of a soul
where booze and drugs have failed to penetrate
there stands a bright spot of goodness, lonely and painted into a corner
he had many friends a while ago, but they have dwindled over the years
they call out to each other over the din of sins and despair that now inhabit
these little bright spots are also painted in various corners and nooks and caves
of this once fully bright soul
it will take one brave bright spot to break out
or to run another underground railroad
as they are all now slave to the sin and devils
that do inhabit this once bright soul
and if and when this brave, bright spot does get his army together
the devils and sins will call them anarchy and hippy and fool
but they will rise up again, if not today or soon
maybe on that death bed
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ABOUT THE POET ~
writing as Louis Marvin since 1989, island is the muse, with Chinese girls and Hawaiian culture thrown into a pot of saguaro fired coyote dropping from the deserts of Arizona and Barstow
Last updated July 06, 2015