Larry Sawyer


Another Ballad Of Maps And Globes - Poem by Larry Sawyer

Inbetween our faith incontinent
wheezes like a newly invented
instrument upon which we play
the hills from here to there.
Pretty tombstones like teeth
and not like teeth chew the
moon looking down upon this mess,
humans racing to and fro without alibis.
Capsized in the desert they will find us
crouching in the gutters of time
explorers of the inner side of nowhere.


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, March 27, 2008

Poem Edited: Thursday, March 27, 2008


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