Sunday, July 18, 2010

Time flies when your not having fun

seriously, these past four months have passed like no one's busness. Between my life-draining job and the random bullshit that is life I have had almost no time for writing.

That and I've just been lazy (again)

This past friday, a man called Hector (or "Busy" by his friends) was hit by a drunk driver on the street next to ours. He didn't die thank God, but both his legs are broken and I'm sure he's gonna need a shit-ton of stiches for his head

the poem below this post is one I wrote with this in mind. At the time, I thought he was dead for sure. Man am I glad to be wrong

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He who puts death to words
Writes only as a witness

And this rose,
by any other name,
cuts and butns
In the souls of the living

Tears everywhere

water for the fire
it seems

cold fire
burns the warm, living heart
all because
we are the witnessess

The dead have no need for tears