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a machine gun & a box of matches

Posted to Poetry

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

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