The Left Column

Politics for Poets

Better to say nothing than to sound stupid.

~ OK Now.

April 26, 2011

The Susquahanna River, Pennsylvania from
last fall.


  The wind
    seemed cold then
  but it was just how I felt
      by what he had said.

  The lake
     had spray on it.
  Rainbows just above the waves.
      Mosquitos all blown away.

   Wordbomb
      revelations
            using concern for the troubles
              of a beloved friend
      like a weapon
  inducing the big sad
      just to feel less broken yourself.

  Turn around, turn around this boat.
     I can not cross the great water with you.
     Bring me back to the bay.



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