The past looks into the future
with a glass eye
I see how my eye hovers over
the choices made yesterday
Lose the faith that all will
be the same each time we
send for that
squirrel of choice
Tear up the recipe of insightful
and correct words,
as if we speak with
food cooked in
a microwave oven
Have a morose disaster,
fan the flames of play,
get lost inside the spirals
and the curlicues
Crawl out from under
that shelter of
Comfort, and
rip out the roots
of well-behaved
Copyright 2011 by Thomas Flynn
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I love this one Tom. Right up my alley! But, for rebellion actions speak louder than words.
Posted by: bob yoder | Monday, February 14, 2011 at 09:38 PM
Witness Egypt and now other Arab countries in north Africa and the Middle East!
Posted by: Tom | Saturday, February 19, 2011 at 08:25 AM