Monday, September 13, 2010

There Are No Monsters

Only

Waters cold as winter’s bones
Buses out of control
Rattlers on the roadways
Blending into the bloodstains

Knives with knowing edges
Gleaming in the headlights
Racks of loaded rifles, shotguns

Tiny tumors prowling the nodes
A loaded hypodermic

Nothing worse

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