Forgive Me If You Please
Drone on Mr. Speaker Dance your practiced dance I’m captive to your schtick By direct deposits from above Your asphyxiation
verses and musings of j stoeckmann, all rights reserved.
Drone on Mr. Speaker Dance your practiced dance I’m captive to your schtick By direct deposits from above Your asphyxiation
City sleeping quilted by her lights so bright Secure that if she wakes she’ll not be blind Then awakened before
Long Trail Muffled sounds of gunfire fear, the wails of death Are not yet heard. Still and tall silent sentry
Dreamy thought sublime See it feel it hold it gone Like the hummingbird.
When one in the forest falls Taller than all the others My sweet Indian friend it calls He knows and