doesn't mean there aren't times
I'd like to grab him and stick his head
under the wheels of a truck--
if grace truly superceded karma
forgiveness might be possible--
but for our temporary flesh bags
we bear the brunt and the anger
and the hatred of such cold brief mercy--
it makes trying a tasteless cosmic joke
but for now let me terminate this self-portrait
by saying shantih or some such shit
and then...not saying it
Content (c) 2008-2010 Philip Milito.
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