Y - Hole- 4 Poem by JOE POEWHIT

Holes in the wind.
Where is the sin?
Onward into holes of life.
Kite won't fly right.
Have no more sight.
World in a hole tonight.
What is the word?
Holes and more holes-absurd, absurd.
Can't feel no pain.
Mind is a hole-and insane.
What is your claim?
Just move onward-no brain.
Hole is your place-insane.
HOLES-HOLES-HOLES-HOLES.
Want more-can't have none.
Whats the fun?
Just run.

11/20/2006 Joe Poewhit

JESUS SAVES