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 song of the
red scent of
the daylight descends on the
never to drink from the fountain
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
Pools of bullets smile at the snug rain.
America comes at last,
To the big table.
Running water rings
it is time
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
1 year ago