Monday, August 31, 2009

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

3 Comments:

Blogger VicoLetter said...

And I would
And I will too.

Thanks T.
xo :)

10:29 PM  
Blogger SarahJane said...

I did!

nice poem

5:41 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

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.

3:14 PM  

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