Thank you for your additions to the Austin World Poem Project, especially thank you, anonymous poster!
Here, with our latest addition, is our poem, which has so far gone through 5 changes of hands:
The equation of water
is always coaxed out of a stone;
a blank bell ringing
in the middle of the day.
The river
she sings
the song of the
red scent of
crying
the daylight descends on the
dying
never to drink from the fountain
again.
Thirst wants what the stone needs
But the face lies in pools of greed.
A King upon the throne of the new liberal media
Seeks to set a new standard
of violence.
Pools of bullets smile at the snug rain.
America comes at last,
To the big table.
Running water rings
resonates
it is time
Running water
The running water we run to
We seek our thirsts at last
We want to keep the project running as long as possible (who cares if its an epic-length poem, anyhow), so if you want to add to the poem, please comment on this post and place your addition in the comments! Thanks!
A Plumbers Nightmare
9 years ago
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And our thirsts subtract the rain
And our marbles are equal to or
lesser than the ocean
And our music
disintegrates
into sand
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