Morning Poem, October 2, 2014

What if this whole darn thing was wrong?

Everything the TV told us.

What if they were singing that hypnotic song

Just so they could hold us;

Just so they could mold us?


I’m not talking about one mistake now and then

It’s twenty-four seven, then do it again.


Let me find the old music

And a story that’s true

Let me have rest

And let me renew.

This entry was posted in beauty, poetry and tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s