Pre97 2 Poems

Hillside Hindrance “Who art thee weary traveler” “Wild boar teary flower” “Can thee see the icy snow” “Can feel cold raining woe” “Saw a cabin, hills up yonder Steps in snow will help us ponder” “Step slowly somber ghost, Freely Fall silly host Never to the hills up yonder But left you me to ponder Ponder, Ponder wild boar Ponder that which you abhor” This town This place This reality Creeping he turns and looks On the floor another lurks Rolling, Rolling over there Entranced Enthralled lonely stare This town This place This reality Stepping up a weeping fool Pawn. “This my final step Make me need no more your stool Immerse me in your depth” This town This place This reality Two groups moving slowly around Two groups firing slowly sound Slowly screaming Slowly Death Softly dreaming Shortly wealth This town This place This reality Look slowly around ‘Cause you know how it drives you down Ease me in the ground Wear a smile Love, no frown For This town This place This reality Never took over, hardly got the best of me