Getting Through : Creative Writing
from xolox - Wednesday, January 12, 2005
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If you can
Comfort is for the needy
and we all need something
there is no salvation for the vain
the sky rains only on one man
one more girl sees only herself
now the world is a joke.
incarcerate their wings
it's far too dangerous
to liberate the hungry
hunter makes prey of the hunter
now the prey are growing teeth
are growing a blood tooth.
if you're peaceful you vegetate
there is no solution
to a broken equation,
all war is about one man
that it takes ten thousand to kill.
one more girl kills only herself
and the world is full of death
partial impersonalities rule
and then a pause...
to remember the good
and cherish the beautiful, but...
my anchor in sanity has dragged me down
and now I'm drowning
in the basics of your smile...
with no gasoline for my next mile
no providence of my next bread
no quiet places in my head