Sane Poem by chris bowen, a.k.a to wit

the thing is, trumpets blare when i take you there.angels care when i open the clouds.give me the loud, loud voice.of the choice, give me two.make me marry you and i go bet ok.give me the ring and the day.open say, the player nay hate.give me what i ate, back.give me the crack to throw away.give me an indian quiver to shoot my enemies.ply on blind.loves left behind.give me the sign that my dimes are coming.give me something country bumpkin.give me love gun and something else.give me the well.and take me to the top.give me pop rock and allen ginsberg back on the earth.give me melissa and my hearse.for what its worth, give me the shirt and the plurals.open ended question and hurls.give me the world.the earth.and for what its worth, give me the dirt.