EMPTY sky, <br />cold sheets, <br />dimestore fingerprints, <br />from your shadow and dreams. <br /> <br />OPEN eyes, <br />knuckles white, <br />spirit puppets climbing spiked <br />fences, and you drinking their drink. <br /> <br />ALLS not well, in this land is your land, <br />better stock up on water, and put away some <br />food, then buy a gun for peace.<br /><br />DAVID GERARDINO<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/alls-not-well-in-this-land-is-your-land/
