a cureA Poem by Nobody.it was a lovely afternoon, we drank gourmet coffee and discussed fiscal policies, as, just beyond the decorative door, children starved in dry hot desert pain, women were raped in the names of gods, android bombers killed mothers and babies who were standing too close to terrorist madmen, elderly people died of heat exhaustion in their own homes, teeth rotted, souls were ripped from their bodies and cast out into a manmade void, husbands beat their wives vigorously, boxes of newborn kittens and puppies were tossed from moving car windows, banks were robbed, cars stolen and a star in deep space burned out. you said something funny about cheese. we laughed until our sides hurt. we were maggots digging and dancing in our own rotting beef carcass, waiting for some magical messiah to give us wings and for Fate to drop rock-star love into our hungry laps. there are too many moral gaps to be filled; a mouthful of cavities too sensitive to suck the sweetness from the rind. when we kissed goodbye, I tasted the world’s disease and war on your lips. I’m sure mine tasted no better. well, there is no cure for the world in coffee or conversation. (cross that one off the list) next time, let’s try bowling and beer! that’ll heal them all! © 2011 Nobody.Featured Review
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