Woody Guthrie Strings
Playing faster than speed to kill the fascists Dust storms invade us with coughing Leaves us with no breath New diseases spread wildly In the oxygen we spare Moments we still share Until the last beating of our hearts Are we but fragile sticks? Are we a Woody Guthrie guitar string? We are surviving despite chaos Lingering whisps of light In our porous brains. Current bio for Fevers of the Mind’s David L O’Nan editor/writing contributor to blog. The return & revised version of “New Disease Streets” by David L O’Nan Poetry and stories Hard Rain Poetry: Forever Dylan Anthology available today! Available Now: Before I Turn Into Gold Inspired by Leonard Cohen Anthology by David L O’Nan & Contributors w/art by Geoffrey Wren Poetry from David L O’Nan in the Famous Poetry Outlaws are Painting Walls and Whispers
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