June 15, 2005

do you enjoy selling me for a five-cent-joke?
do you think I don't see your angst
and still despise it?
do you crack the mirror
so that I can't break it anymore?

do you think I'm safe?
how safe do I have to be
to justify your bull-fighting stomp?
security is not what I'm made of
so don't you dare deny my anger.


1 comment:

starK said...

That's really beautiful. It's good to read some poetry sometimes. I forgot about your blog...I just found the bookmark so I thought I would check it out. Keep writing!