Ground Level Language
Posted to Action Poetry
by Tabloid Footprints on 2001-04-18 08:42:00
The shining pale boy
In blue jeans
Sitting there
Stalking the stalkers
For a reflection of peace
A part of the nerve
So naive, so impatient
Corruption flying
By them all
Instinct
Lust
Stalking the stalkers
For a reflection of peace
A part of the nerve
Sifted, shifted, stained grain
Anxiety riding on raging experience
Melting statues
Mark the salesman
Maps his protest
Making sure that everyone can hear
Convenience
They've sucked the music from the magic
Enjoyed the ride into boredom
Let the meaning find them
Happy, sad, cheated
Carving corporate crosses
With sharp gullibility
Hold us hostage
Let us sink
Down
To
Ground level language.
