Wednesday, September 17, 2008

a bird nests in the corner of parliament
swirling rumors and cigar smoke
don't talk to me about politics
i won't understand
the gypsy spirit dances down the stairs
the dreamer paints his soul in the middle of the street
it's a goldfish
the cry for reform falls on the deaf and retarded
truth's book gathers dust on the shelf
mobs gather at the gates of the billionaire screaming for a cure
he just drinks another scotch
love is
love can
love won't
the traitor stands trial
the jury is foolish
punishment stands at the back of room eating a lollipop
i'm outside loading my gun
wonder fills the sky tonight
the stars glow then burn out
goats and elephants call for mercy
the troubadour eats dinner with Edgar Allen Poe
i write sad songs when i'm happy
when i'm tired i drive
the rose bush wilts outside her window
prophets write books on the matter
sail boats sink
and milk spills
holy was
holy can't
holy will
the professor is confused
he punched me in the eye
the medicine man brews me a drink
it flips my mind
wilbur harvests the corn
mrs. black sells the dope
one hundred orphaned children
62 poems about hope
protests from God's Church scares my mother
apathy grabs my father by the hand
mathematicians solve the issue
we refuse to listen
stuck in anger and hate
jolly good way to be
salvation can
salvation is
salvation will

2 comments:

Brian Miller said...

I like you're poems.

I think I could spend awhile in them. Especially this one. Someday, I'll ask what you meant (if you meant) when you wrote this. But right now, I'll keep letting it roam around my brain.

You've been given a tremendous gift, I think. Thanks for sharing.

Brian Miller said...

I meant, I like your poems. Not, "I like you're poems."

I'm quite the master of words myself, hah :)