Best Poems Written by Sage Rose

Every Damn Dime

Florida constantly suffering 

*Look as if you know what I mean*
This place is floating on gasoline 
and I still can't figure out anything
But you flow on me pretty damn well.
and if that damn neon cowboy
can make a living shuffling cattle
then I'd be damned if I can"t learn to live too.

*am I right?*

This ghost is a woman riding on horses 
and holding the torches 
and as if it matters that we float on combustible grounds 
I'd rather see it all burn down

 (the bridge)

We spent all day building a house 
and though the foundation was weak 
we kept building and when the sun went down
and the house came up it was a damn good house.
*why fight this?*

he was the dull voice of every loud cry
my dad was a sound 
and my god was a woman

Copyright © Sage Rose | Year Posted 2011