Friday, July 11, 2014


treacherous as ice in spring

you lie without remorse

to who would get too close

but I am far away and never listened

it is not me on a cracking surface

inching forward chagrined

your disdain must truly be great

to be indifferent to which fool you drown

you are a safe enemy

you are too timid to strike

who could take you seriously

away from your 'burb domain

where recipes and malicious gossip

fly but with no sting....

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