just a poem, "The Target in Town"

The Target in Town


There was a day that started like an engine

when you've been driven to tears in the cold world

even with armor they kill the soul with pointing fingers

and talk of a misplaced person down from the shelf

years I thought heat would grow all kinds of life

or crack open a dream in the center of the moon

there's a window sealed like lips gone white from freight

when what's happening all around you is heartless

on the beaten path take this poverty of speech

to the stray cats and learn to find your own ground.