Monday, March 14, 2011

we had fun

we had fun without him.

in the streets, and between the
photographs of saints,

left wing martyrs and pie

at what cost do you please him,
feed him deeds, like his mother did-

keeping him young?
he insults the gift before it is given,
with expectations, using

language of bondage and ignoring
the real.

what a child.

1 comment:

  1. love your poetry a great deal, Brown..

    Glad to be able to look at my dashboard today and pay a visit.
    keep it up.