Monday, September 26, 2011

grows at my feet.

the only green for me
grows at my feet.

the world
crying out
for easy answers
dies young or old
either way it comes
from cancer.

my brothers
grow to think
money's a diet
but let it burn
life won't start
until you try it.

earth's green
isn't printed
on your papers
it blooms forth
from the ground,
can't escape her.

Written 9.26.11 @ 7:35 PM

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