Thursday, March 27, 2008

beggar

give me a hand
that stretched out in earnest
has not become a razor's edge
give me a word
that says more
than the annals of red history
give me a laugh
that surges unbridled like the tide
pregnant with joy
running parallel we cannot yet meet
theres miles to go for the sake of our creed
someday there won't be be a train to board
till then our little failings, our little needs