needing a guide
my soul quest
my yearning
wings to spread
you made of it
a down-to-ground wire
smashed
burning
instead
i hear a sizzle
and i stop
waiting to see
if my mind will again
go pop
white coated weasel
among us
and cozy with gore
we're writing words
you'll not
forever ignore
BuffaloMad
©11/19/97