jig saw
by buddhabitch
Posted to Action Poetry on 2002-03-28 22:17:00
twisted tales of wrath and woe sung asunder blasting canaries into coal mines digging for more shiney new
looking deperately for the one voice one song
alas
that blame game playing dicey dimes buffalo nickels
till all is lost on a full house with aces high
candles flicker burning bright in this ripe moon parlor
until
tears washed faces screwed up tight considering options
shadowed memories of the passing trains tarred feathered
take your losses pockets jangling with no cents
finally
coyotes howling just for pleasure no expense spared
voices ringing canyons singing cloudbursts in the sky
all taking a turn in this dance we call life