MURDER, POLITICS, AND THE END OF THE JAZZ AGE
by Michael Wolraich
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MURDER, POLITICS, AND THE END OF THE JAZZ AGE by Michael Wolraich Order today at Barnes & Noble / Amazon / Books-A-Million / Bookshop |
I see
A stupid dog
I almost feel
An angry hand
I listen to music I cannot stand
Then
I make excuses
For
What is the use of watching
Reflections
Die in the sand
I hear the sparrow humming
I hear the drumbeat
Coming
I fear the likelihood of it repeating
I look to the sky
For an unseen hand
While I’m eating
Eating
Eating
Just to halt the movement
To frighten the land
Though I’m a believer
I know the Earth’s round
I can hear the alarm, ringing
However,
It isn’t the singing that alarms me--
Maybe
It’s just the sound
I feel like I’m right
But maybe
I’m just frightened of a song
Sometimes
I feel like a person
Who fear’d the hoof beat
Holding the drum
Perhaps
I’m just a blind man preaching
Needing to be rightened
That’s just wrong
Maybe the world isn’t going to Hell
When
The world
Is just teaching
Maybe it is I
Not singing along
Like ages of new things
Pages
Torn from a tree
The old things are just versions
Of visions
To be
So, no
I am not troubled
By everything
I see
Just as the world
‘Aint troubled
By someone
Like me
Comments
Hi ya Joe!!! A little poetry is not going to do this site any harm.
We are all just torn from a tree; instead of a rib is my guess.
Thank you!!!
by Richard Day on Thu, 09/16/2010 - 1:06am
My liege!
by Joe Wood on Thu, 09/16/2010 - 9:39am