Gunshot Child: Let Me Abbreviate
By h2whoa
A bellyache marked with a Gunshot wound in the side And the visceral arm of expectation Came forth. But it was many, many years ago That we all became Of flesh and your red-stained Banners of peace trouble me now As the riots of the self-proclaimed, Self-ordained righteous rabble continue in The streets. A mother's giving-breast is soon replaced By steel-toes hard against the teeth; Brand us all with red-hot hate As the sun protests its love. Look on with guilty-awe As a curtain of grey descends For only Despair can act well Upon this stage. Jagged edges from broken mirrors lick the flesh Of the one you wish you would love: And the demons hold the alleys outside. Long for magic and fairy-tale things, Long for an all consuming love To blanket the flames and soothe your burns, You know no such things exist. Please don't inflict this reality Of contempt masquerading as love Upon us: We are but a transparent idea. Set sail now, Let ice form in your hair. A waterfall is near. Written March 13th, 2002 © on Mar 12 2002 08:18 PM PST 18 • 0 • 1
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