Low down and dirty, says
the heart howling like a baby,
like a blown circuit,
bad rhythm flowing
all the way to the sea.
Listen to me, partner
of my drum-beat life.
I can offer you food, wine,
the blue blue earth.
I call and call, but you
will not want to answer.
Great! Ya nailed it! And, you’re right Pal! Yer alone commin and goin. No let up to it. Just a mad dash to the shore pursued by vicious monkeys and wasps with the faces of nuns! Seriously, this poem really works for me!
I love your comments, Steve. It is a huge thrill when someone gets me.
John
On Monday, March 17, 2014, john mann poems wrote:
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