Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash. Leonard Cohen

Monday, July 22, 2013

Love Letter from a Gun to a Hoodie

Thanks for covering for me, baby
You make my work so much easier
No one paid me a bit of attention;
they were all looking at you
I did the dirty work;
you took the blame
That’s real love
You let me do my job
with impunity
I kill the children;
you go on trial
Thanks for covering for me, baby.


Ella said...

This makes me tear up and feel choked reading it~ So true!
Well Done Lolamouse

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Kerry O'Connor said...

Wow! You have taken this to a completely different level, LM. I commend your dedication to the truth. This bites deep, and so it should.

LaTonya Baldwin said...

Oh, this is another level- brillant and like Kerry, I have goosebumps. Thank you. Thank you is all I can say.

Susan said...

Ouch, indeed, the gun and the hoodie being on two separate bodies. Would it matter what color is under the hoodie and under the gun?

LaTonya sent me this link, too, to put with my Guilty, Not collection, which I will do later.

Buddah Moskowitz said...

Brutal and indicting! I wish I would have written this, but so glad you did!

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LaTonya Baldwin said...

See today' Blog Over Easy