|what i'm saying is: tick, tick, fucking tick.
||[Sep. 22nd, 2009|02:33 pm]
in media res
and still, this warrior-blood |
in the veins. in the absence of options,
you must choose anyway.
i pick beauty; it's a weapon just the same.
the heart, once sharp, still severs
hands for the audacity
to try and touch--god forbid they cradle a thing.
this simultaneous shuttering
and opening. contract-- and release some shrapnel,
(here a mortar, there a shell)
and it's no wonder, no wonder you step so carefully.
palms over your ears to muffle the ringing.
it's too much and you can't
bear it, can't stand the thinking.
so leave me for the city; i will go
another way. trailing propaganda behind me,
just to be safe. to ensure i don't forget,
when you cut to the quick of it, whose side you're on,
the side you'll always take.
and just the same:
i will bear it, of course. i will think
the dangerous thoughts,
become a minefield-- i will tell everyone.
in the absence of options,
start a new war.