Red Sin

The
Red Moon
slept
easy
over
the
garden of eden
waiting
for
the
worms
to
yawn again
before
the
feast
of
love and joy
requesting
just
one
red
red apple
on a stick
in
the
very
last virgin’s hole
and
we
all
came
after that
wearing nothing
needing work
licking
laughter
beyond
for one moment
of relapse
becomes
God’s penance
for
red
red
sin is infinite

poem by Charles Lara
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