Wednesday, July 1, 2009

Poetry: Broken Windows

There's a storefront just inside the city limits
With all of its windows busted out
In graffiti on the brick wall
It says,
"bREak glAss in case of aPocalypse"
I saw a boy get torn to shreds there
I saw a man leave his son to save his own life
I hate that man.
He writes to drown out his demons.
He cries himself to sleep.
I hate that man.