POETRY SPOTLIGHT: YOUR OWN HATE

You come to me shouting how much you hate ideas,

Here's a bomb plant it with your family,

Your heart is clear and crystal lonely,

Here you are double handing your admission,

Never thinking past the signs you hold in your hand,

While sitting in a dark room someone is listening,

Waiting for chance to time out the lives of the names off your lips,

You come to me shouting how much you hate ideas,

The bomb with your family is your own hate,

(c)brian c. williams

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POETRY SPOTLIGHT: YOUR OWN HATE