Gord

2017-07-13 01:16 pm

Past tomorrow I see no lecterns.
The horse speaks, lack luster,
Words worthless,
 and everyone taking pictures;
Girls wet as many pitchers,
Barn doors close windowless;
Blissful peace again,
Silencing planes overhead,
Standing tall as clouds,
Power small as a child,
Foreign tongue, power bottom,
University educated,
Now you've got 'em.

Maybe whispered tomorrow,
Today lives in industry, 
Claws large as the gut,
Staged imagery for one;
Paper mimicry of a doll,
Feigned apathy of a sun;