Friday, April 8, 2011

Honey, we've all got scars.
Some wear them with pride,
Others keep them as a stark reminder.
Valleys and ridges comprise the topography,
Under the crust is where we're truly fucked.
Pieces broken and shifting,
Changing the chemistry of who we are,
Facilitating chain reactions that ensure devastation.
Formations scab over,
Formulas bring new products.
Are you taking notes?

Mere markings on the map of life.
Each place has a name
Commemorating its founding.
Someone stuck a pennant in me,
Quick! Grab the tweezers,
And repel the interlopers.
It looks like a piece a broke off.
It's stuck real deep.
You can't dig for this truth,
Best try talking it out.

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