Sunday, January 4, 2009

God's Mouthpiece

the Wandering Rocks 276

With-holding its own
The gap tap tap tapping
The husband of lovesongs
Makes his way to the bar
He finds his lost voice and
Takes it by the throat
Where it waits to be
Held to the ear of some passing hearer
Among the pale golden scoundrels
Gliding by atop the waves.

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