30 April 2011 § Leave a comment
aesop unfabled teaches the crow
how to kill prey from a distance.
the crowd shuffles back and forth,
sins collecting glass at their toes.
hearts broken and open
on the dying room floor
she’s looking for her soul, perhaps,
I doubt she’s going to find one.
friction follows friendliness’ foray.
fool’s mistaken for a second family.
he murdered the first familiar verse,
and keeping it from harm,
learned to form a value.
since peace we’ve been retreating
all in the same direction,
but the technology is here to
grind love back into miracles, so
you can hand over your heart again.