you wanna be
the sort of
ancestor
to make your
new blood
sing special
you want eyes
oversized
like gas masks
and the smoke
that makes
tanks come
you want their
ears
nailed
to the wall
you're the
type of voice
god
whispers to
in secret
you're a billion
hands clapping
no better
for the
sound
you're an
independent
province where
the mountains
eat themselves
a crude sketch
and a
pardon
a part of me
that must be
shelved












Comments
Yet another great poem from you. I just love your writing style.
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We make for your sake such things as stand fast,
Through the ages these pages forever will last.
On blank paper the printer sets down what is heard,
Giving life to what's rife with the power of the word. -Michael Kongehl
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xo!
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I'm always so amazed by your poems. This one is just as wonderful as the rest!
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~*~We Survive What We Can't Change~*~
Surrender to the Truth: [link]
Believe the Lie: [link]
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I don't listen to what art critics say. I don't know anybody who needs a critic to find out what art is.
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