Our lives begin to end the day we become silent about things that matter

Thursday, April 01, 2004

Burlap to Cashmere (and back again)

When they break things down
that should be unbroken, like life,
to each their own
pursuit of happiness of a dream,
or even just to eke out survival...

When they fake living, match hell on earth
with pounding fists, bruises and broken
bones I never expected to see...

When still others spew violent premonition
with skinhead tags written on wall
meant for healing, now instead a recruitment
poster for gang membership...

When a jealous woman turns psychotic,
turns vandal, stalking, threats on machine,
unsigned letters and face-to-face confrontations...

I don't want to read about
the end of another friendship
in the papers.

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