I am missing

You called us a family- you called us friends

But that didn’t upset your means to your ends

I am missing

And you are missing

the point and the presence of the holy kissing

So far from our privilege

So far neath the fellowship

It’s too lonely here

I’m a puzzle piece in the wrong landscape

Lost long ago and looking to escape

There are no winners in this place

I tried to change and I’ve changed my tastes.

But the world does meaning better

For apostacy loses its pain

I’m starving for a taste of awe

And all I got was rotten straw.

Koolaid and crackers in a spiritual sense

Blank stares from the prayers I pray

Visions diverge- Unholy hype

Awaiting a kiss from God or his type.

So come and see me arise from the dead.

Anthony Foster

August 12, 2002