As it splits upon your tongue
my perfect halo comes undone.
We're sat in ashen circles 
that are black with bones and blood.

Our form is taken lightly
we're vague whispers of our gods.
Gods that have never spoken 
to the minds of faithful ones.

I take the bones of spiders,
crushed in ask around your neck
I've never believed in Jesus -
never heard him answer back.

Do you hear him speaking?

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Letters Of Neon, P.S. Macklin's debut poetry collection has 88 poems in it (152 in the special edition). From this collection. Here the first five poems will be posted to tickle your literary tastebuds.
Synopsis: "Letters Of Neon is a poetic journey through an imaginary world of lost attics, forgotten photographs and old love letters. The reader finds themselves thrown into a frenzy of words detailing memory and emotion, where anything may happen if you just believe hard enough."

1. God Found Me In A Kiss
2. Time. My Friend
3. Star Signs
4. Drunk Shrouds
5. Amorphous

If you enjoy these pieces please do go on to buy my book "Letters Of Neon"!
P.S. Macklin

updated Jan 1 '01 by PaulMacklin