a machine gun & a box of matches
by Silas
Posted to Poetry on 2004-07-19 00:03:00
soulful words whispered
my darling, we
dangle above a precipice
life is dangerous
and love; its engine
don’t get tangled in the wheels
when you find yourself
in a steel room, with a machine gun & a box of matches
light a cigarette and think carefully
spirituality?
do the new-age crystal worshippers
or feng-shui zen gardeners
know the first thing about spirituality?
go on, stab pollyanna to death with a switch-blade
that’ll teach you something about spirituality
next time you’re on a playground swing
listen to the metallic whine of the chain
know that a dog on a leash is still a dog
but a dog with a muzzle is a rabbit