Wednesday, February 3, 2010

Please,...Don't Go. You Haven't Heard My Band Yet.*

* Suddenly Tammy




Cyclops 290
The rising market for glory
A war of thumbs and citizen dogs
A place of paper cannon and opinion
All wasted work, its equal load of mercy and mongrel.

We ate the sky and were told of lord of fact
To win and winning delivered some singing good
Reeking abundance turned into blood and fork
The country a gloryhole of time.

Various wine from the heart of waiting
Crushed under the load of occasion
The eye has a wish for thirst
And in drinking gives way to the gentle hand





1 comment:

Richard Ewing said...

The fish image (number two) describes how I feel oftentimes... really like this one.