Poems from Sydney Mower
Maybe I write because I like the feel of it.
The click of the keys
All the power of a God on a blank page
The uninhibited command held in...
It’s so hard for me to see it.
I stare at it, talk it through, and analyze it,
But I’ll never feel it like you do.
And I’m sorry for that...
I put on the cap and the uniform
To please the people that give me money.
I follow their rules with a synthetic smile
To appease the ones...