Author: john metz

peace dancers linger
in a ferocious universe

drinking champagne
& picking flowers

bathing
in the caramel breeze.

a singing man
after one naked vote

a powerful handshake
a rainy day, shadows

men dream sweet dreams:
“elect me and i will help you grow peaches”

but life
is what governs madly.

Give me your address
and I’ll send you a postcard.

A few weeks later I
got a postcard from
her. It said,

I told you I’d send you
a postcard so here it is.