Evie

Our love of God, a healing fire, please give what we want, sweet offerings of the sod, your ice- cold fish knife, cuts through the morning smog, how different is so far, life is never drawn tight, burdens us we sit in Bars, angels roll white logs, across neon lit signs, we have no need of forests, designed by our cars, a headlong desire, our friends could not care, our ship jolts and rocks, the situation’s dire, we need love not stars, adrift in our lives.