I watch the ripples change their size
But never leave the stream
Of warm impermanence
And so the days float through my eyes
But still the days seem the same
And these children that you spit on
As they try to change their worlds
Are immune to your consultations
They're quite aware of what they're goin' through

Monday, May 30, 2011

Memorial Day 2011

And once your done going to the mattress and white sales,
Have set off your fireworks (yes, they're selling fireworks and party supplies),
Watched your prerequisite number of war movies,
Lit the bar-b-que in a burnt offering to the gods of summer,
Go walk the graves of the quick and the dead,
And be thankful you've not had to be either.

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