Monday, October 22, 2012

any moment

for my friend ruth.

stop
now
just stop

you're not right
in fact---
you're far from it

talking heads 
strutting around
like
proud peacocks
making proclamations
changing ways 

anger
resentment
frustration
stress
bubbling under the surface

the scale
tipping ever so slightly
towards
total anarchy and destruction

molten lava
pulsating under the surface
threatening to erupt

any moment

talking heads
stuck in the clouds
blind eyes
deaf ears

hurting
damaging
destroying
all that has been good

you will push us too far
and
then

will you be able to pick up the pieces alone? 


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