Monday, May 01, 2006

the morning they drug ol' dixie up

static on the wires
town's consumed in fires
nothing to do but let it burn
nothing to do when it's your turn
things fall apart
people come together
to rebuild
because there's nothing left to do
with the something that's been left
but start it all anew
hope for nothing but the best

2 comments:

robbie said...

damn skippy -

one of my favorites, ever, so damn inspiring.

love it, love it, love it, somebody equally talented should put this to music and share it with the non-poetry-reading masses.

skippy said...

thanks robbie. sounds like a job for the basstards.