Sunday, December 18, 2011

venting poem


Nannies, ripped away wombs
bats leave flatheads
dust finds broom

wind buries chimney 
hair sweeps tears
grooming fears
wound up in sheered
patattacks combing
around you
back from work

the worlds better without you.

Do everything in mindfulness
I have successfully mindfully 
meditated
on hate.

I have done so all day.  And retaliated
in stabbing fashion so applauded by 
modeled by, supported by 
that which is called
chromosome Y. 

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