Poetry Volumes

Yesterday's Makeup Poems

Holy War

Left wing, Right wing

Can't see what you're telling me.

My way, The highway

This is all there seems to be.

I can tell you

Can't get past your own belief.

Love 'em, Kill 'em

Can't find any relief.


Touch ups, Fine points

Your pitch is our saving grace.

If you believe me,

I will keep you in your place.

Hard case, Holy war

How could we want for more

Pointing fingers

So you know we're keeping score.


I can't hear you

Won't see what you're telling me.

Your way, My way

Lock the door and toss the key.


Dear God!

How am I supposed to hear

With all this rumbling

Rising in my ears?


I can't hear you.

Won't see what you're telling me.

Your way, My way

Lock the door and toss the key

Preach it, Screech it

Lesson I won't soon forget.

But if I believe you,

I might die of regret.


Hard case, Holy war

How could we want for more

Pointing fingers

So you know we're keeping score.


Dear God!

Give me ears that can hear

Above this noise

Ringing in my ears.


Dear God!