Sunday, December 14, 2008

First Stones

The way I pound the door
Is the way boxers desperately battle
Bruises erupt like the tears of shattered lovers

The running water is burning cold
How can such a slew of words
Be the slingshot of the first, cast stone

Pebbles may be pebbles
But in an avalanche of this magnitude
Those minor stones become bullets

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