Touches Tongues and Help Me Past

Spread yourself smooth and white,
giving me access to your dreams –
to your myths, beliefs –
your expanded mind
and godless experiences.

Is it possible you walk among the
deceased and see the composers?

Do you touch their limp and
stroke their beats of broken hearts?

Tell me what to expect.
Show me signs in clouds.

Touch me.
You, yourself – so smooth and sharp.

Thinly veiled sense of the end –
wash me; the taste of dirt
touches tongues and help me

2010 Barry Comer


About Barry Comer

I volunteer as a design and communications consultant with Family Scholar House in Louisville, Kentucky, the Democratic Socialists of America and teach children with emotional and developmental disabilities. I have degrees in art and was an art director for 30 years.
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