by Ben Koch

photo © Ben Koch

all these mad

rock songs and poems,

are often the

penis

disguised as a soul

when you want

real rebellion,

warm lights of

justice,

for the little ones

we’ll go fast

in bleak suburbs;

articulate

heart prayers

to the gentle ones

This poem appears in The Frequency of Whispers,

a published collection of Ben Koch’s poetry.

About bensten

Teacher, writer, blogger and spiritual practitioner. Managing editor of bensten.wordpress.com.

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