Monday, November 14, 2011


I am starved
for drink. Yet I must drink
Draw a generous pitcher
In the sky. Fill with drink
For I must quench
Thirst. Quench. Thirst
I am denied.
I wanted a grain
Of sand, yet I am denied
So I have to tear
These deep brown eyes,
Tear as hard,so the tears may dry
A grain of sand in my palm
A reward
for myself.
I hunger. Tummy-grumble
I mumble discordant
Harsh refrain against the wind
You deny me once again
Fight against, I must
Chalk a keyboard
on the wall. String guitar
in the wind
for I must
For MUSIC I must
Rise Against


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