BLANK MINDS
by JULES ST.JOHN
Posted to Action Poetry on 2003-10-25 20:48:00
Parent message is 534864
TRAIN SPOUTS WHISTLE,
SHOUTS OUT
CROSS THE THISTLE
AND DOWN OF
DOWNED CORNFIELDS
DOWN N OUT IN A PRAIRIE STATE
CLEAN SLATE
LEFT TAMPA TOO LATE
OCTOBER’S HERE
WINTER, I FEAR.
I SNEER AT THE STARS,
NO BARS ON THIS CAGE
IT’S A NEW AGE, NEW TIME
OLD SAGE, SAME PLAY
DIFFERENT DAY.
NITE IS QUIET
‘CEPT FOR THAT TRAIN.
SHE HAUNTS ME.
OCTOBER RAIN.
WARM…NOT YET ICY.
BUT COMING.
~SHAMANPOET@HOTMAIL.COM