(Originally shared on my FB Page on 17th November, 2016.)
Sure, I could hurt you.
With song I could crush you
like a thumb upon a moth
till you crumble all to powder on the floor.
But what for?
Yes I could move you;
With words I could wind you
Until you hung
marionette
unstrung.
I could.
But friends love friends –
keep warm by silence when fire ends –
Friends snuggle in comfort of terrible cliché;
Infinite nothings and perishing days;
Pin hopes on a dying star.
Let’s stay right here, where we are,
This rough-hewn cage of content;
With giggles we’ll pity
The lights of the city
That never learned to wink.
We’ll stay dark –
(Wells stay dark)
Let them say we do not think.