Tuesday, December 30, 2008


No one would choose to be gay
I heard him say, I'm surprised I lived through
my adolescence.

An abandoned child remains in neglect
in lieu of two moms or two dads that love.

Why would someone escape their own beautiful island
into the sinking boat of a cloistered world

of vandalism and horse blinders, of rosy
perceptions and boomerang standards,

while the poverty of minds and imaginations
that sacked Rome in AD 455 still lives on?

Who can be a mouthpiece for the ages?
In the bathtub don't we all sit in our own dirt?

Paper can spiral ashes from the fire,
but words can live on in their infamy.

You can try to sew up the wound with
catgut thread, but you still killed the cat.


74WIXYgrad said...

Thanks for stopping by my blog and allowing me to share my memories of Liquid with you.

74WIXYgrad said...

Oh, and by the way, my daughter is an intervention specialist.

Ruth Hull Chatlien said...

That was powerful.

SandyCarlson said...

So true. A reminder of why we need to be humble. God bless.