The Book Of One Thousand Poems
By Scott Cable
Black is a fishing pole.
Black smells like Delisle fuel on the road.
Black tastes like burnt bread in the oven.
Black sounds like screeching tires spinning out in a race.
Black looks like a black Delisle truck.
Black feels like deep sticky mud on a rainy day.
Black makes me feel happy.
Black is a P.S.2 controller.
Lord, oh Lord, I respect you,
you have created the earth and humans.
Lord, dear Lord, you have took our sins away,
you died on the cross so that we could live.
When I go to sleep I pray because I know you will answer my prayers.
Lord now you know how much I look up to you.
Makes me think of
Bass makes me think of seafood.
Seafood makes me think of Hook and Anchor
Hook and Anchor makes me think of restaurants.
Restaurants makes me think of fish.
Fish makes me think of lures.
Lures male me think of fishing.