It's been a long-ass time since i've submitted a poem.....i guess this one is terrible enough to submit....try not to fall asleep half way through
Upon Your Shelf
I see you in the other room
kneeling before the Hearth
praying to your golden god
asking for rebirth
He answers back so beautifully
but you cannot understand
you merely want a psalm to read
but He offers the Promised Land
You see my friend, I was there
on such a faithful night
when your plea of broken shame
brought me to the light
I now sit upon your shelf
in an inconspicuous way
I am the shield of golden metal
to which you now must pray
another poem
another poem
blue sky in the velcro
my name is matt, but you can call me regis
my name is matt, but you can call me regis