Daver Austin Poet Free verse

Harsh Voice

HARSH VOICE

I sing the song eternal
A crackling, cackling broomstick sweep
Why?

Lions and tigers and bears, oh my!
A squirt of the old oil can
Clears up the voice for Tin Man

No Yellow Brick Road this life
No wizard in some enchanted castle
And I ask again, why?

This world no Disney tune
Or intoxicated lovers humping ‘neath the moon
I ask the question eternal, why?

Life sucks,
Then you die

I roar, cough at these clichés
As the voice grows weaker

Oh, to laugh in its face
The atheist finally calls on Jesus
No disgrace

Dave Austin

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Michelle Mac Donald October 2, 2014 at 2:45 PM Hey Daver! At times I read and am interruped by confusion, then I attempt to find insight on the web. Oh, the cliches...(answer), "cliche: A phrase or opinion that is overused and betrays a lack of original thought". Nothing ever "cliche" about your writes. Lots of catching up to do...you must have a sonic pen? (cliche??:) Love you, Mikki