A Cargo of Green Hearts
~POEMS~
I have no disdain
for anyone really except maybe for a few politicians whom I don't know personally and if I did might find them not unlike myself were I also excruciated with power nor do I have disdain for animals or the sun or sharp stones. bad food maybe, but not for those who toil to cook it even the smokestacks which are ugly but make me think of minarets or the tower that was built to reach God, so that God could be kissed and made real-- a god they claimed frowned upon us. No, I have little heart for disdain, but in that littleness, there I sit, a little self of me wringing its sad hands and cursing the heart as a prison and the blood as venom-- my blood. my heart. Comments are closed.
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