Sunday, September 4, 2011


Do you hear what I hear?
Like nails pounding in a fence
So are the words of a gossip
Spewing forth, piercing another

"What kind of people are they?"
"Don't they have any consideration?"
"What filthy slobs they are!"

Like a horse without a bridle
Our tongue and thoughts wander
How does one steer them?

Words thrust forward like a knife
Are they true?
Are they kind?
Are they necessary?

Nails are for boards, not flesh
A tool for building not wounding,
conversation, intimacy

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