how much is that doggie
in the window how much
does a thing cost how much
for a new pair of shoes
to walk over the land
how much for sunset
pouring across your face
and whose reflection
do you see if only
they surrendered their mouths
telling some story
no one believes
how much is the earth
what fee do you pay
in flesh we come
right to your door
they wave their arms,
spittle flies out
they keep screaming
they put dirty fingers
on our page of grace
Sayyyyyy–thats how I feel! Seriously, this nails it–perfect!
Thanks, Steve!
On Tue, Mar 28, 2017 at 9:13 AM, john mann poems wrote:
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