Wednesday, July 14, 2010

How are poems like wine & revolution?

Truth in wine. Truth in word.

Happy Bastille Day!

Tonight talking poetry with a good friend among wine/cheese/bread. Truth will be.

1 comment:

  1. liberty loves the fresh air
    that blast of perfect salt off the sea
    the wandering heat of a swampy day
    and most of all, the rising
    and falling of the new moons
    they of promises never broken
    and whispers on the deck
    let the freest of us get continually
    younger and not confused with dirt
    one moon turns into another without fail
    when the water moves
    when the air turns into wind
    when it's ready