How I Wish Poem by Joseph Narusiewicz

Veins of black tar head for the mountains
Something beautiful about the plains
Something mysterious thru the badlands
Ghost Buffalo
Sacred beads
Tears

She burns sage like a shamans soul
Can you feel the eyes in old houses?
A New Jersey poet is racing in the street
American dream dying outside mansions

Fatigues
Camouflage
Wars in the American heart
How I wish these cages were open
How I wish these fences were gone
How I wish my dream catcher was filled