Two Shabby Poems

The marauder's skies are colored
Much like your own; only
Hard as shells, slow to admit weather,
And bullet-proof, coated in sins.

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The equations of sanity require symbols
To hold in rivers and flame.
The fires do not care how they were lit
Nor whether their burning makes
Sense to hearts.

In perfect places, the fires are damped down
For enduring, more kindly warmth.
But such are useless mathematics
Where the equations of living sanity
Are missing.

San Diego
February 2012