12-12-2010, 02:35 AM
Is the hardest part
Doing nothing?
To not put a sign by that sneaky ledge
Or ignore the rag-doll face-first falling
Of an old man down his staircase?
Is it troubling to not petition gravity
When a board breaks, and the boot slips through
A bridge between two mountains?
With wings whose tips touch both sun and moon-
And wielding celestial weaponry , I’m sure shooing away demons
Is like pulling gum from the bottom a sneaker, for you.
But who or what decides the breaks should fail
The hands should slip, when the line should be straight
Humming its dull, monotone dirge?
Tell me,
Who gives the word?
Doing nothing?
To not put a sign by that sneaky ledge
Or ignore the rag-doll face-first falling
Of an old man down his staircase?
Is it troubling to not petition gravity
When a board breaks, and the boot slips through
A bridge between two mountains?
With wings whose tips touch both sun and moon-
And wielding celestial weaponry , I’m sure shooing away demons
Is like pulling gum from the bottom a sneaker, for you.
But who or what decides the breaks should fail
The hands should slip, when the line should be straight
Humming its dull, monotone dirge?
Tell me,
Who gives the word?