schools is out for semester
i picked up my keyboard
and i have two poems for you
It’s like the matrix
It’s like the matrix, is the word the word
Should I believe that one would bleed?
For me and my creed to feed
On the book of lamb
Wonder how words spurn
Churned and burned
Into my urn
Yearn for the etern
But turn
On the ways to learn
The word
It’s like a rumbus, is the word the word
The circumference of the geometric form
Folded in laps
Lights bright to see in red
What he said, who said,
He bled
For you, but who said
We read
Ears heard what we dread
Dead, rock removed, the bruise is still led
Mislead
The Word
TP 2k3
copyright Daniel Davis 2003
i picked up my keyboard
and i have two poems for you
It’s like the matrix
It’s like the matrix, is the word the word
Should I believe that one would bleed?
For me and my creed to feed
On the book of lamb
Wonder how words spurn
Churned and burned
Into my urn
Yearn for the etern
But turn
On the ways to learn
The word
It’s like a rumbus, is the word the word
The circumference of the geometric form
Folded in laps
Lights bright to see in red
What he said, who said,
He bled
For you, but who said
We read
Ears heard what we dread
Dead, rock removed, the bruise is still led
Mislead
The Word
TP 2k3
copyright Daniel Davis 2003