Sunday, February 5, 2012

watch your mouth

we tend the avatars of
god with such cruelty.
perhaps we have all
been stoned 
in one way or the other

but this is no way
to grow people. we
hold time in our
medicine or poison
flies on our tongues
a dove
or a nightbird for the entrails

what bitterness
reaps, its hard medicine.

on nights like this
our hearts are important
so don't smash another's flowerbed,
tend your own jasmine garden

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