Joseph Narusiewicz (9/29/50 / So St Paul, Minnesota)
How I Wish
Veins of black tar head for the mountains
Something beautiful about the plains
Something mysterious thru the badlands
She burns sage like a shamans soul
Can you feel the eyes in old houses?
A New Jersey poet is racing in the street
American dream dying outside mansions
Wars in the American heart
How I wish these cages were open
How I wish these fences were gone
How I wish my dream catcher was filled
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