We Were Young and Could Feel Like Gods
By William Thomas Moore
it felt like god was pushing his breath right down my throat,
hot, like the tropic of cancer,
like a tropical cancer.
filling me up with that old world thunder.
and the blood boiled like revelatory seas in my veins.
this was so old testament.
the junk coursing through,
coarse and thorough.
we were high and nodding,
so in love with our divinity.
they were monumental moments,
ticking off the clock like rapturous gears,
grinding away the existentialist flesh,
like teeth clenched.
About William Thomas Moore