Toeing the edge

There is a fine line —
like a tightrope walker
toeing the edge —
between
complaint and contradiction
that makes me want to set
this whole word farm on fire.

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Cupid texted

I’m all out of arrows

Cupid texted.

Thank God for that, I reply.

But you don’t believe in God.

Sometimes, my friend.

Sometimes,

I do.

Everything but the point

I read today
that Aries over-think
everything,
which explains
why I mostly
get nothing done.
It’s like a game
of start and never finish
where everything
gets in the way,
everything but the point.

More Violence

When a person feels safe

they become defensive,

they fear the loss of control,

if pushed

violence is their only means,

a means which only provokes

more violence

violence that burns

violence that spreads

like wildfire.

The Craft

Tears well
followed by
a deep breath,
sadness
is a fine art,
and I’m still
after all these years
developing the craft.

Yea, that’s a fucking excellent idea

If
Americans
put
half as much
attention
into
Americas
actual problems
as this
Sesame Steet Grover
nonesense,
we
the people
might actually
be headed
somewhere,
but
America
you never cease to amaze me.