Thursday, May 15, 2008

Higher gas prices
High waters

Pull out
the people,
put in
the poor
with bombs
to make us
Quiet yourself Thunder,
I need
to make my echo.
I look
at young
boys now
as God
exists quietly
, After
the long road
spent rolls back
back to 1966.
I'm writing
to tell you
that it's all
going to happen
and again.
Water in the streets
Gas prices rise.
No one has a boat,
throbs on my temple.
Slow to heal.
S l o w.
What would this river say
about it's own
End after
it's all said and done?

No comments: