Poems from savannaheb
painter’s jeans on and hair all tied up, it’s june
and i’m told there was a gunshot on elizabeth street.
babies on a dandelion wagon hit...
to you, a year from now-
when climbing up the lighthouse stairs
you must always consider the pawn.
all the puppets placed for a someday...
oh, give me a home <br>where the buffalo roam <br>where the deer and the antelope play <br>where seldom may heard a...