Thursday, October 19, 2006

3 more poems.

where do you find room to breathe?
these trees and their chemical equations
are keeping us alive.
(the rain falls and we fall with it)

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stand tall and cast a shadow
they'll see from office windows
and penthouse suites. blot out the sky
so they can read by flint and florecent light.
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A proposed solution to the American Government
concerning civil disturbance and disobedience:

it's not a protest if they've got
nothing left to fight for.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

damn, you've found us out...