The dream of every spark
that flies from the fire
hoping to create flames of their own
i hear of houses burning in Detroit and Toledo
taking out the structures rather than give them to the banks?
the banks burning them down for the insurance?
No one seems to know and I sure would like to
Who are we hiding what we really are from?
Our selves? Not me
I see our misshapen shadows lurking behind our fashionable billboard bodies
I have fought off my own shadows and I will fight off yours....
today the words once again disappeared for awhile
facebook showed my last three.... then months disappeared
I laughed it off figuring what the hell found out where the line was
how far I can push
before they decide to push back
I wrote about it and told them I was disappointed that they even felt free expression
was on the bargaining table
They love the idea of bargaining with me
I know... I have the advantage and they have nothing to lose by trying
right now we are practically friends
circling each other warily
our feints at one another the play of buddies
who understand
there may one day be a battle
but we will fight one another only reluctantly
The newspapers can pretend things are not happening
our eyes will show us differently
Fires in Colorado and California. Droughts and clear cuts and poor ass planning.
the randomness of a lightening strike into a dry meadow
I wanted nothing of the violence in myself or in you
nothing....
once
we come into this life expecting too much
and leave expecting too little
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