timfluhr.org
August, 2007
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kids! kids!
why do we want to save the kids?
they're just little people
who mimic bigger kids.
it would be nice to teach them
the things they don't quite get.
maybe they should take queues from
all the little men.
they don't fuck though
or buy big shit
or hate the things we hate.
maybe we should work to teach
all the little kids.
23/43
who's been bad boy?
pigs.
liars and thieves.
a reckless imposition
killing opposition
is a cowards way.
you dimmed our light.
we let you shine
with wool conveniently
pulled over our eyes.
cut me a break
and cut out my eyes.
noisy walls
i don't know this scenery
i don't know this place anymore
from the look of all of you
i don't think anyone feels quite at home
restless walls are shaking
telling secrets we forgot so long ago
now we are sitting, quaking
recalling all the things we ought not to know
scrawled on walls and benches
loves lost and mended through happenstance
miles now between us
rain falls between us still wet is wet