Wheat of Panic
If ever there were a way to yield to it I would-
I would grow mellow and sure with it- I would-
solemn as these long days breed stillness, I would force
levers in cars, sidecars, elevator cars, I would, I would
I would, gluten, the wheat of panic, alone. All of it, I would.
Take me, I will let you. And I would. Lift your arms
in the air and wave your joyful hands above your head.
I would.
T
I would grow mellow and sure with it- I would-
solemn as these long days breed stillness, I would force
levers in cars, sidecars, elevator cars, I would, I would
I would, gluten, the wheat of panic, alone. All of it, I would.
Take me, I will let you. And I would. Lift your arms
in the air and wave your joyful hands above your head.
I would.
T
posted by Todd Colby at 8:42 PM
3 Comments:
And I would
And I will too.
Thanks T.
xo :)
I did!
nice poem
I waived them like I just don't care.
Then I waived my rights.
I regret the latter.
Yes, Nice poem,
John W. Hirsch Esq.
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