*

*
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.