Stones 1954
Simple lives for
simple hearts.
Family and friends,
more important than
movie stars or fashion.
A nickle could get you,
a handful of candy.
A handshake could get you,
a friend for life.
Hard working sweat
paving the way for America,
and the American Dream is right
around the bend, waiting
to bury us alive. With
price tags in quadruple digits:
a television and magazine
ruin an honest way of life.
Neighbor wars erupting
like volcanoes, from street
to street to block to city scape,
until we were stuffing our pockets
with greed and malice,
rather than the hands of our children
and our children, pick up the habit
growing exponentially from
generation to generation,
children to our children’s children
and the people with the power,
to change the way we live
keep to the shadows,
gritting their teeth
until they shatter.
Glass chandeliers,
under gun fire.
Oh it’s so fabulous,
those shattered teeth,
look like diamonds.
It’s raining diamonds.
Diamonds and blood.
Grab the pillowcases,
and the knives.
