David Dewar - remote phone paper

God's call girls know where they lay
we are all in our own image and
i have sympathy for the devil
my collected fictions about nazi women
remind me of when we were one
i was caught looking into hell
by my sad little glove puppet
my grass sister writes my letters from the fire
ill forever be changing my avatar
to a hatchet from the hamilton case
i feel like im facing ali but i know
im to have chosen the part of
my child brides stone tears
i can sit and watch the faith of the fallen
move like temple winds
when my blood fold will engulf my soul fire
finally i can look forward to walking with dinosaurs in the esoteric world
i call my own

David Dewar

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