"gerrymander" poems
Down fickle street
they ride jalopy's just for fun.
Hoot at the cyclist , gerrymander the Vue.
I spy grief hurtling down,
plume grey from the exhaust.
We're no wiser, no leaner
ingesting your worn speed pedals
bravo.
Apr 12, 2013
Apr 12, 2013 at 4:40 PM UTC
The Gods have forgotten how to die,
in the Serengeti the Lion fills his cup.
Gerrymander those dreams furnished as overkill,
for safekeeping store them in a crucible so that,
Warriors pledge wherewithal returns,
a monstrous bounty to wrench
the loadstone enduring.
Nov 14, 2012
Nov 14, 2012 at 3:41 PM UTC