It sounds like a bumper sticker—
Plug into God and never get another shut-off notice.
Think you’re a live wire? You have no idea
what burnout means. Your only hope
is to transmit.
Be the wires. Be the current sizzling in the wires
and the wind singing through them. Be
the giant eggbeater turbine
spinning in the wind.
Spit sparks!
Collection available! Knocking from Inside
Tuesday, April 01, 2008
Blue Sky Power
Labels:
free verse,
poetry
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