August 26, 2011

Rush hour

driving home at half speed.
a power line stretched across
the highway.
birds perched lazily
in a dot, dot, dash formation.
are they trying to tell me something?

1 comment:

matt said...

Ten years down the road
What will we have to show?
Except a few empty words and hollow songs
Big slogans and catchy tunes
Are all well meaning schemes
But it's up to us to live our dreams

Dot-Dot-Dash
I'm calling out an S.O.S.
Are we a threat?
Or is our revolution dead?

Out of touch but I still believe
So where does that leave me?
Searching for a method to all this madness
Do the answers even exist?