Saturday, June 28, 2008

What the Austin World Poem Project is Up To Now

Here's what it looks like now. We've only had a few contributors, though, so I'm going to have to keep harassing you guys...

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
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
of violence.
Pools of bullets smile at the snug rain.
America comes at last,
To the big table.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Running water rings
it is time

Running water
The running water we run to
We seek our thirsts at last