6.27.2012

Kerosene


friendly to all the others
because we’re all afraid of ourselves
our lives hang in the balance
like dusty books upon rotting shelves

kindly to all new faces
hoping they’ve been better places
our lives are rotating mirrors
with nothing to ever fear for

we’re hopeful and abundant
filled with stories of more bull
our eyes are image seekers
but just cameras without rolls

it took a brand new purity
to repeat garbage of the prior
a knife-split open skull
was just kerosene for the fire

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