Larry Sawyer - The Dim Schizophrenia of Owls

Angels are brewing sleep <br />pillows weep stellar jam <br /> <br />here in a tangle of lawn <br />misnamed tanagers fold leaves <br /> <br />calendars slip filled with thorn <br />my mind puddle mends <br /> <br />a clique or brood of dream <br />at that midwinter height <br /> <br />heaving honey sleep, shake <br />the cusp of dark notes <br /> <br />as politicians sit in the shadows <br />tuning lies.<br /><br />Larry Sawyer<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem..../the-dim-schizophren