The Death of Guidance

The Death of Guidance

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My cardinal rule flew away and
something in the fluttering wings
made me feel okay.  Just like that
time my mother took my brother's
rubber band gun away, and said
"It's too dangerous for you kids 
to play with anyway."  Stones and
twigs, earth, ice-balls, scooters-
they were all okay.  Without this 
guidance I kind of wish something
would find this sorry existence 
and lead it far away from anything
dangerous: love, sex, drugs, and
alcohol.  For now I find myself the
constant companion for all too
frequent visitors.  If that bird
that my brother got with his
sling shot and ball-bearings ever
flew again, I'd be surprised, but
those little red cardinal wings
fluttered quite a lot before death.

© 2011 <3

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Added on February 18, 2011
Last Updated on February 18, 2011



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