when i step into the evening
it feels like snow–
absent a blanket of
white–strings of light
blink silent shouts.
Day: December 20, 2008
Politics
poetryWe’ve got a good thing going here
so let’s keep it that way
you shut your mouth when we talk politics
Or just leave
And we’ll grin and bear your monologue
And let you tell your tales
but shut your mouth when we talk politics
or else it gets hard to breathe