Friday, August 14, 2015

Fragments Of Torn Paintings

Fragments Of Torn Paintings
2015 08 14

Blind poet jams on electric guitar.
Voice of god vibrates in every glass car.

Roiling rivers gush down mute mountain slope.
Homeless man asks all where he can buy hope.

We circle our town on daily routine.
Inoculate my heart with love vaccine.

We look for god in dark night of the soul.
We huddle freezing around dying coal.

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