Something Sacred

I searched for something sacred, I went out into the streets, got jostled by Prozac
hordes, loitered, looked elsewhere, trawled through nameless bus stations, tram
termini, got moved on for reciting poetry in sterile 24/7 domestos atriums by the
hypnotised shopping elite

I searched for something sacred, I held out my hands, got brushed aside, I screamed
at the masses, questioned whether they were truly alive, got branded a crank, got spat
on by the mindless electric hubble, raised myself up, got knocked back down, never
gave up

I searched for something sacred, thought the answer lay in booze, drank and then
puked up all I’d ever learnt, ordered some drugs, moved casually onto sex, kept
telling myself I needed the buzz, looked for god in apocalyptic cappuccino visions,
made my home amongst amnesiac nefilim freaks

I searched for something sacred, I travelled many miles, wasting countless lifetimes
revering the flesh, promising to do better, to try harder

I searched for something sacred, I smashed through siren walls, sped across
graveyard ice, crying electric tears in blind motels and gimcrack halls with imposter
prophets and burning codes of loveless doomsday jigsaw gas

I searched for something sacred, I took a deep breath, held, stepped delicately out of
time, then exhaled and lost it, fell back down, never searched again, never hoped or
forced it, just sat back and waited, I searched for something sacred


Mike Davies
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