The well

Leering
at the
Dreary
London fog
or could be
sittng
on the
Oakland Bay
seeing
the San Francisco fog,
never the less
OLD World or NEW
the low flying
Clouds
are drifting
Away
Showing
the HORIZON
of a
clear, blue, day.
sorrow for man
anger for GOD
anger towards man
pleas to GOD
petition
for
remission
of
mine and your
SIN
seems to go unheard,
When standing
on the bottom
of a wishing well
picking up spare
change
to drop
right back in
fuddling
around
in the muddle
of a dream like
state,
wondering about
the state
OF THE GREAT STATE
asking the Lord God
Lord is it too late?
If ten could save the fate
of Sodom and Gomorah
how many for the good ole' U.S.A.
under God?
but
seperate from the church?
and
rising high to the sun
on the wax paper wings of science
free to be I
but must conform
for the unity
of community
free to be we,but
::::::::::
race,
class,
sex,
Keeps us in a place
I am American!
You are (something) American!
Can we just be American?
Being human has been lost,
in the rustle
and
bustle
of meaningless and empty
shallow space
MY
sorrow for the seperation
of men
from God
MY
anger at the world of men,
MY
anger at men
is my seperation from God.
sniffle
sigh
sniffle
AARRHHGGGGG
a vicous cycle
sad is anger
anger is sad
boys don't cry!
Sometimes, men do.
Forgiveness
brings tears of happiness
laughter for joy
My
smile on my lips
Is truly
ME
Smiling on the outside and N
because a sin
of mine
has been washed away
by another sip
of water
while
sitting
at
the well