unhinged as an iron stove door
crashing to the masonry
a glass front splatters tiny shards across the room
and no one dares move for fear of blood
flames lick the carpet
the glass is forgotten in the scramble
the cowards watch the house burn down
and one fool asks:
"Do you have fire insurance?"
Tuesday, March 31, 2009
Unhinged
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