Good Fences
I've been the crazy neighbor too
calling cops in my paranoia
to look for meth heads in my back yard
during a rainstorm.
You say we're all connected
like it's a good thing.
Is it even possible?
That me and the crazy neighbor,
Vietnam Vet with drug, alcohol, and anger problems,
share the same DNA, the same air, Eternal love.
It's not that I don't believe.
It's not that.
But for the grace of God
go I.
So little faith.
So little faith.
November 3, 2015
prompt:
united/divided
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