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From Spin
The Rain
I cannot say, for sure,
Why Love hasn’t rained
On this old heart of mine,
Nor can I say its parched seedlings
Would be susceptible to growth…
But I will till the soil, once again,
Sprinkle it with man-made fertility
Then spread, open wide-like Sahara
And wait for the rain to come.
From Spin
The Edge
I have seen
the victim.
I have seen
the murder.
I have seen
the witnesses.
The eyes heard.
The ears saw.
And the law upheld.
I have been there.
Have you ever been there…
On the edge of violence?
From Spin
Red Letters
This is my blood.
I will not waver.
I will drip
red
letters
To the next generation.