age difference


April 13 by The Running Son

age difference

what is twenty years anyway?
iv’e played the generation game too.
given thirtyfive you’ll find a nationalized
israel proving a quite displeased christs
return in nineteen eighty eight. 88 reasons
or seventy times seven pitfalls to a rapture
event waiting to happen: one of us
left heaving with acid, still believing,
one evaporating to heaven by the infantile
drip baptism of golden aged ignorance.
piss christ in a vat. i remember that.

and i wonder if you do. a generation
back blood would’ve spilled, flame
and ire mixed with water
in scientific proof of the crucifixion
of the christoamerican dream
of corporeal addiction. sadiction.
i love number traps but i’m better
with words and the masochist never slaps
and anyways promise keepers once
cured me of all that. didn’t take.

took a decade to wash off
my ziggy stardust makeup.
grunge had passed and i was afraid
to be naked now that i understood
the nefariousadistical roots of the music
in my head. god i cant explain.
it’d take a damn generation to tell you
what came later.

like if jesus
brushed his finger
from below the base of my back
slowly up i might just spring kundalini
into everybodies faces and scream
be baptized! neo,
shoot the chute! a one-birth
out of ur mechanical curdle! whoop
da whoop this juice
is fertile.

give me some time to decide how to best
deliver a message i may not even get
myself for at least a generation, or until
displeased jesus kicks my head in.




by Jim Aldrich (:


©2013 JimAldrich

All Poetry by RunningSon, aka Jim Aldrich

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  1. Renard Moreau says:

    [ Smiles ] Lovely!

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