Thursday, February 3, 2011
IT SEEMS THAT there's a revolution going on, somewhere. The usual suspects, the usual destruction. Once again, front page news. Tune in tomorrow for the solution.
I'm thinking, remain a step ahead.
Pulling and pushing the door,
trying to open it,
what a fool,
so easy to fall.
Splinters glance off
the jagged face of the past,
points of shattered wood
slide under my nails
as if they were meant to unleash
And then a beast tears up the floor
and spits it out.
Comes the revolution they say.
Well, here it is.
Now snakes of retribution are waiting.
That was a mirror I stood before,
moments of shoving,
It's not a rehearsal.
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