Tuesday, November 14, 2006


If you say it
Iā€™ll believe the truth like a car making its way to the crash
You do that, caress
The negatives, hidden gems of our faces laughing near a bridge
For relief
Holding on by shoelaces to a world that has come close
To losing us
We could feel it all over again, this teenage rumble and careen,
Draw swords in a macabre scene ā€“

Fake wounding
In the convergence we plant seeds for bombs, poison for children
Lost in us
We can pass it on to the breaking birds of dawn
Leave it
Like drying mushrooms in autumn's blowing orange
We hold
Two tiny saplings with roots enough to endure the drought


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