Posted On: | 2006-11-25 17:59:27 |
Sunfield of bubbles
lazy on a day
jerry-rigged with sudden yelps
tomcats and shovels
gentle pounds of hay
the love lies so subtle
just gesturing, coddling
and primping with faith
As seven jail cells are burning
beyond 3 green mounds
under a sky rent gray
the train that passes by
clanks like a mourner
run howling astray
but then if this is merry gone round
maybe well live
to see
the place of fate