perspective

I could finally cross
Experience’s door

Slap on muddy war-paint, understanding.

When before I forgave
Those years hours days
Now, I ask – how could you?

My nucleus, my radiant love

A firefly gasping in an un-holed jar

How could you. How could you.

Froggy doesn’t know
He’s been set to boil

The prisoners assume
The building’s helpless too

See the doughy martyr
See the skinny saint

How could you, how could you, how could you -

Posted by acr at May 10, 2007 07:00 PM