Should you think too much!
Poetry by Ann Jacobsen
In the silence
of the tunnels
mind over matter
abyss of being woken
I lie still can't believe
the silence until
the plastic cover rattles
from the chicken coop
next door
no snow, whitelight
not here today
maybe tomorrow
it is the silence,
the piss of power ,
makes me so awake.
A concrete block
along a road meant
to be beneficial
to whom is it ?
no silence just
quiet grumples,
from my head, not
silent, to the
twitched call of dawn.