Saturday, December 10, 2011

the power of picking out the softies

 i see you, other person
all curled up seated there
when i go in or out of church
and feel your bully's stare.

to use your picture of maria
as a bargain tool...
to flick heart strings of blood
over those steps, with your next fool.

to flood shit pity, have your day
go home with 90 euro
i go inside and try to pray....
at home inside my bureau

is 18 for our weekly shop.
but thats not what is worse.
you know with every cursed cry
just hearing you my day was cursed.

your gift is sharp, you use it well
my gift's my art, my love, my fears
yours is sniffing out the ones
who'll spend the day from then in tears