Wednesday, June 29, 2011


A three hour nap engulfed me;
The sun had passed me by…
The purr of the furnace constant,
This whole winter thru July.

Many lodge a quiet complaint,
Starving, depressed, some  insane…
Christians look  towards the heavens,
Eyes blinking, burning from rain.

The farmer’s crops are failing;
No sun and the death of bees…
The ten percent with the money,
Get one minute to eat what they please.

Bummer Dudes…

1 comment:

  1. What does that picture mean? He carries rain wherever he goes? He carries an umbrella wherever he goes, and even when the rain falls on only him, it doesn't get him wet? Where did you find that picture?